Good morning, friends and readers. It is Christmas decorating day, here at my household, so I wrote a poem about it. My regular readers know that Sunday is devoted to poetry here at Adulting- Second Half. I consider Sunday to be a “poetry workshop space”, like Santa’s workshop, but we work with words here. Be like a poetry elf, and add your own additions to my Comments section, if you please. Today’s poem that I wrote is more “tongue in cheek” that my usual offerings. It’s just my mood today.
The Day Has Come
Why does decorating for Christmas change every year?
Sometimes it is something that I do, which I love and adore,
Sometimes it is nothing but a big, fat, ugly chore,
Sometimes I question if that ratty angel is starting to look like a whore,
Sometimes I only decorate, so to not seem like a grinch or a bore,
Sometimes the nostalgia rips me apart, right at my very core,
Sometimes I close a box and remind myself that “less is more”,
Sometimes the lights don’t work again, and we have to go to the store,
Sometimes I get competitive, as if our decorations get assigned a score,
Sometimes decorating gets precarious, and I have to yell “Fore!”
When it seems like the tree could fall over, and make a mess on the floor.
But in the end, when complete, the decorations make me revel in AMORE,
For, the feeling of hope and wonder is something that always stays the same.