Prompt: Wordles, December 20
http://bigtentpoetry.org/2010/12/monday-prompt-december-20/
Christmas Morning
I attempt to stay balanced,
Although, with the slightest breeze,
I could topple off my perch,
At any time,
I am swift to bring my attention,
To your aid,
Just as I ask for yours'.
In the basement,
We play and
Sing until we are hoarse,
We immerse ourselves,
In old traditions
Wrap gifts in handmade paper,
Tie them with a bow.
A fire engine for Bobby,
Knives, ropes and a gun for Sue,
She'll give her Annie Oakley performance.
We would be disloyal,
If we did indeed,
Forget to vanish,
Disappear at the witching hour
Only to squeeze into place,
When we are again called,
Christmas morning is a zoo.
Preparing for a holiday celebration is always a busy time. But Christmas seems the worst of all.
