The Lazy Christmas

As I get older, I have found,

(‘Tis something of which I’m not proud),

My motivation’s slipping by,

I’d rather sit. If it’s allowed…

The thought of dragging out the chests

Of Christmas tinsel, balls and bows,

Just makes me tired. I want to sit

Here ‘fore the fire in deep repose.

This year, I called the ‘chicklets’ up,

To see if they would come help me,

I tried to sweeten up the pot,

With just a little bribery.

And so they came. And busily,

They carried, hauled and opened up,

They placed and hung and rearranged,

And even did a quick clean up!

Then we made cookies: Yummy, sweet,

And laughed and talked as we rolled dough,

Though we were tired and sticky. Hot.

I’m sure we were in Heaven, though.

And lastly, there before the fire,

With much of giggles, loud guffaws,

They decorated one last thing,

Their patient, sleepy, sweet Grandpa!

Mondays do get knocked a lot,

With poetry, we three besought,

To try to make the week begin

With pleasant thoughts--perhaps a grin?

So Jenny and Delores, we,

Have posted poems for you to see.

And now you've seen what we have brought . . .

Did we help?

Or did we not?

Next week, we three will look askance
At the holiday romance!