…and all you get is this lousy poem.
(In which I showcase our true natures.)
‘Twas two weeks before Christmas in 2012,
Once more into poetry’s breach I shall delve.
Sure, laundry needs folding and cupboards are bare;
But dude! I’ve got people who still claim to care
About what we Gardners have shoved up our sleeve.
So here you go, readers. It’s time to believe:
The kids rooms aren’t messy, their homework’s all done,
Their desks overflow now with trophies they’ve won.
Stanford and Harvard keep calling our home;
(Too bad I’m not here or I’d answer the phone.)
Both dogs have stopped digging and puking and such;
They won Best in Show because we have the touch!
The guinea pig’s Gifted; he cleans his own cage,
Our house smells like rosemary, parsley and sage!
Yes, all of my manuscripts finally have sold
And Bill has retired since our family struck gold!
(Or maybe it’s silver. I just can’t recall.
Achievements get blurry in bulk, after all.)
And yet I can still pull my tongue from my cheek
To say such perfection is not what we seek.
No, we push for happiness; savor our time,
Togetherness, warmth, off-beat rhythm and rhyme.
Before our walls echo with empty kids’ rooms,
We’re letting things slide while the family still blooms.
With teenagers, driving tests, high school and more,
We’re holding on tightly and locking the door.
(Not really. It’s thrilling to watch the kids grow.
It’s just that we wish that the pacing would slow.)
So speaking of wishes, this list is for you;
And though I was joking before, these are true:
Hope your steel is stainless, your dentistry painless,
And that your co-workers aren’t terribly brainless.
May your rugs be well-braided, your stains (mostly) faded,
Your heart bright and friendly toward others, not jaded.
Hope you’ve got corn for popping and whipped-creamy topping,
Plus carts that aren’t squeaky when you’re grocery shopping.
May your gifts all be nifty, your giving not thrifty,
Your greys come in shades that are better than fifty.
Let’s try to give more and to judge a lot less;
To look at the artwork and not at the mess.
(I told you I had laundry to do.)
When asked for a sacrifice, let’s grin and bear it.
Good fortune’s made better when we can all share it.
Be humble and grateful; keep fighting, be strong;
Hear notes in the music, the words in the song.
And while we are moving our Elves on their Shelves,
Let’s also remember to laugh at ourselves.
Remember that sunrises chase each sunset,
And here’s one more thing we should never forget:
Our world that seems giant is really quite small;
Let peace start with “me” and then spread to us all.
If we were together I’d hug you and kiss you.
But since we are not, I’ll just sigh hard and miss you.
At least we share space on this big rolling sphere.
I thank you.
I love you.
Don’t blink, my friends. Just don’t.
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