Tradition is, well, tradition. So, here comes a ten-minute xmas eve poem…
Twas the night before xmas
Twas a night of great cheer
Twas the night before presents
and excitement was near.
On this great evening
much fun to be had
Chores for the little ones
who long had been bad
For this was the day that
that long into night
All those naughty kids
tried to make it right
They talked to their teachers,
and parents, and friends
Like long time abusers,
tried to make amends.
But this is the magic
when christmas is near
There is no better push
then the christmas coal fear.
We do things for self
we do things for love
we do things to feel good
nothing else above
For xmas is time
to fill up with glee
Some people even rhyme
Some people like me
Because in the end
I prefer we find joy
I wish only happiness
for each girl and boy
So let them find christmas
their one chance to repent
They’ll do all your bidding
Till bad karma is spent.
So in this last post
before christmas day
I say merry christmas
In this poetic way.
Merry xmas, dear reader!