Christmas cards, and presents wrapped, inkpot opened
What is it, you want for Christmas
Dilemma, dilemma, of what to get you
Would you like, what wrappers hide
Or would it end up, just like all the others
Neatly stacked up, dust and curb-webs, up the cellar
Presents, presents, oh what to get you
Stress this is, in reading one's mind
Let me know, please do let me know now
Let me know, before the inkpot goes dry
It been sat here opened and ready, for far too long
On thoughts of what to, ink down on gift list
What to get you, to please you the most, most of all
To fill the empty Christmas tree, with props
Please let me know, do let me know, before the ink goes dries
On what I am to write on cards and presents
On what I am to get you, on boxing day
To have you have the biggest smile, to show to all
the trees need you,
ReplyDeleteyou need the tree
you need inky
words need to be written
oh my...so much neediness
playful mood,
ReplyDeleteenjoyed it.
Too much pressure! Nice write, though!
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Good one.. well thought out.. you must have got your answer..
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed this piece. Nice reminder too that Christmas is approaching!
ReplyDeleteWhat to get? What to get! Know the feeling!
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Awesome ... how difficult can it be to write your wishes for Christmas ... very difficult :) Nice poem, with a snile.
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas
Write your loved one a Christmas poem - the best gift of all:)
ReplyDeleteI can relate!
ReplyDeleteI've read several of your posts! you are a very talented writer:)
ReplyDeletenice...hope you have a merry christmas man and get just what you want...
ReplyDeleteI beg your forgiveness for my cutting and pasting my comment, but there was no way on Earth I would be able to make it around the whole globe to wish everybody a Merry Christmas otherwise.
ReplyDeleteThe magical elves that constitute my staff have demonstrated their lack of respect in either not showing up for work at all, or those that have all seem a little worse for wear (if you catch my drift). All they seem to do is sit around smoking cigarettes that, frankly, smell funny. In addition, they play cards and tell dirty jokes rather than do their jobs! Consequently, the reindeer are all filthy and out of shape.
I now have my two sons pulling the sleigh, but they are struggling. I’ve been told that it’s a big ask for a three and five year old, but I made it this far with a couple of mangy chooks, an arthritic wallaby and three peculiar wombats! Unfortunately, we lost all bar one wombat over Pittsburgh (and the sole survivor is exhibiting clear signs of PTSD).
Anyway, all the way down here at the bottom of the world (A.K.A. Tasmania), and from myself, Jen, Henry and Ezra, please have a Merry Christmas/Winter Solstice/Hanukkah/Festivus/Ashura and a happy New Year!
I hope that all of your holiday photos turn out to be triumphs, your stocking is stuffed full of lots of tasty treats and not coal and that all your pumpkin pies/ prawn cocktails/ currywurst are all as tasty as can be!
incredible.
ReplyDeleteYou have totally described how it feels to try and find a gift for someone. I think our brain just keeps trying to guess and keeps thinking, then changing our minds and then tries to guess again. Oh how much I hate to buy gifts. Very nice poem about it. Very much enjoyed reading it.
ReplyDeleteThanks again for playing with us at this weeks Theme Thursday. Hope I prompt you to write another great poem next week.
Wishing you a very Merry Christmas.
God bless.
Perfectly captures that anxiety of trying to figure out a gift for that one person who is hard to get the right gift for.
ReplyDeleteWell done!
Happy TT and happy holidays!!