I wrote this poem last week, after re-reading “A Visit From Saint Nicholas.” It’s obvious that I was in a “blue mood” when I started the poem, but the more I wrote, the more I began to feel better as I realized that I actually enjoy my life the way it is now. I miss my family (in Indiana, Illinois, Arkansas & Colorado), but I don’t want to live anywhere near freezing rain and snow any more. I miss my late husband, Michael, but there’s no way I’m going to let any man see me naked any more, so I’m NOT going to enroll in OurTime.com. Enjoy my humorous thoughts, and enjoy your holidays…and the rest of your life.

On my night before Christmas, I felt like a louse.
No family in sight, alone in my house.
No stockings were hung, no gifts anywhere,
No hope for a Santa, nobody to care.

My hair all in curlers, my cat in my lap,
I thought I’d recline for a well-deserved nap.
When all of a sudden, I woke with a clatter,
I sprang from my chair to see what was the matter!

Away to the window I hobbled in pain,
Raised up the blinds and stared out in vain.
But nothing to see, the moonlight was hazy.
“Thank goodness!” I cried. (I thought I’d gone crazy.)

I passed by the mirror, caught a glimpse of myself,
And l laughed and I laughed. I looked like an elf––
Entangled in curlers and perched like a hat,
On top of my head sat Cookie, my cat.

The look in her eyes, the tilt of her head,
Soon made me know I had nothing to dread.
I’m healthy and happy, my tummy well-filled,
My pacemaker’s working, my a-fib’s now stilled.

Of friends I have many who care, and what’s more,
Share stories and songs amid laughter galore.
So now I’ll exclaim and then get out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”

And a Happy New Year!