‘Holiday Horror: A True Story’ and Other Christmas Poetry The Society December 24, 2016 Culture, Poetry 1 Comment Holiday Horror: A True Story By Lucy Giardino Cortese Twas two weeks before Christmas And all through the house Water standing in puddles Mama starting to grouse Three pipes in the floor Had all busted their stuff Brown shag carpets soggy One would think that’s enough But the calamities continued For the 12 days of Festivus While others all celebrated We were drowning, the best of us The dishwasher exploded Hot water on the kitchen floor Last time for Wet-Dry Vac? No, one tsunami more In the back bedroom The last room still dry Daughter’s waterbed split open And she stared to cry “Let’s leave this mess!” I shouted And both kids did agree To forget all our problems We went shopping for a tree When we dragged in the fir A bit crooked and too tall Despite attempts to balance it Oh Tannenbaum did fall Our trio could not prevent That pine tree from crashing Soon to the nearby ER Our sad family was dashing My firstborn’s broken finger Added to our blight As we collected wet pine needles There erupted a fight So Son went for a drive To escape all the mire But shortly sent an SOS To rescue him and a flat tire “It’s our best Christmas ever!” To the kids I did tell Knowing in my lying heart Twas the holiday from Hell I’ll run away from home And retreat from this hole Beg Santa to fly me Back with him to North Pole But being the Mommy I knew I must stay Hang up their stockings And await the big day Then after Midnight Mass All huddled on that bare slab floor Exchanging gifts of love I could not wish for more Lucy Giardiano Cortese is a freelance writer and owner of Lucy’s Lines ‘N Lyrics in Jacksonville, Florida. Her articles are published in Jacksonville Business Journal, AARP, Guideposts, Folio Weekly, Canticle, Grandparents Day, GRAND, Family Tree and St. Augustine Catholic magazines. Now retired, Lucy has been a teacher, district administrator, school principal and executive director in a career spanning four decades. A lifelong educator, community activist, mother and grandmother, Lucy lives her personal mission statement, “Each One, Teach One.” In the Arms of Saint Nicholas By Karen Wells I wondered on this Christmas, If my house was shining bright. If I once again bought three too -tall trees, To dress with all my ornaments and light. One would wear forest animals Made from pinecones and whittled wood. Owls, raccoons, and tiny mice, That would scamper if they could. One I would dress with just the dogs, So many different breeds to see. Those painted furry faces, Seem to wag upon the tree. The last holds childhood memories, Old glass so delicate and fine. Ornaments my parents loved, Once in their home, now in mine. I wondered on this Christmas, If my house did smell so sweet. From sand tarts and chocolate chips, Cookies I baked for friends to eat. Secret Santa’d all my neighbors By hiding gifts to make them smile, Somewhere on their porches In St Nicholas’s style. Bought the plumpest turkey, Then stuffed it nice and neat, Marshmallowed yams and made cranberry sauce, Mashed potatoes and carrots glazed so sweet. Finished with a pumpkin pie Apple, mince, and pecan too, With homemade crust I rolled myself, As my grandmother used to do. Then set the largest table Using every single plate, Asked all I knew if they were free If I could serve them on the date I kept wondering this Christmas If I could do all this and more. If Good St Nicholas would bless me With a gift not sold in any store. So cookies baked, dinner prepped, gifts delivered, And the ornaments and lights all sparkling bright. I sank into your favorite chair, To pray and see that silent night. Dark silence did surround me, The cat slept upon my knee. The clock it struck the hours, Of such loneliness for me. Then a wind roared through the pine trees, Out my window I gasped to see, Stars swinging like ornaments. From the bough of every tree! Coyote, deer, fox, squirrel, mice, raccoon, I watched them slowly gather all around. My cat slipped out to join them, All stared upward from the ground. Then there came a deadly stillness, I turned from animal and tree. For a silver glow brighter than moonlight on snow, Was slowly flowing from my fireplace to me. My hands began to tremble, And my heart, too loudly beat. I sat in hopeful wonder… Frozen staring in my seat. Silver fire burned all around me, Raging and rising in the air. It parted like a curtain, And St Nicholas stood there! He was dressed in rays of sunlight, Beautiful, bright, and hard to see. Yet I knew that He was smiling, As He stood staring back at me. His eyes twinkled every color, And His skin shimmered every hue He laughed the sound of wind chimes, And I started laughing, too! He moved close beside me, And gently took my hand. He said words which meant so much That I could not help but stand. When I did, He hugged me. Again, He spoke your name. Then you were right there with me, My heart burst with joy to claim. I looked into your eyes again! I laughed and cried and held you tight. We were home together, This blessed Christmas night! You told me that you missed me, You were with me all the time. And for me to see you once again Was a God Wink Miracle Divine. Time no longer mattered, The seconds stretched to years. We had both past and future, Free from sorrow and from tears. When I woke the sun was shining, And Good St Nicholas was gone His gift-to be with you again! Gave me the strength to carry on. Karen Wells is a Professional Animal Handler for TV , movies , and print, residing in Cragsmoor, New York (www.spaboardingpetcare.com) Related Post ‘Sing Me Not’ by Oliver Mort Goddess, sing me not, that barbaric yawp of man’s puny sorrows. He wants to swap his countless ills, not go down to Hades. The dogs and vultures wa... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail One Response Wendy Bourke January 2, 2017 I’ve been thinking of taking my Christmas tree down all day – but my procrastination paid off … for once. The lights from the tree provided a lovely backdrop to your delightful Christmas poems. You have gifted my afternoon with a cascade of smiles. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.