This isn’t a happy Christmas poem. This poem is something I wrote in the very early hours today, after we received some very difficult family news yesterday, and had to suffer the bitter reminder that Christmas is just another day of the year, plagued with the same pains as so many other days. So, if you aren’t in the mood for a downer, I recommend you don’t continue reading. If you are ok with that, check it out. I’ve copy-pasted my usual “after poem” stuff, so if reading more of my work interests you it is easily accessible, but the real me is not as chipper today as those closings sound. Thank you for your time, and for your support.
The stockings were hung, and the tinsel strung out
in hopes that Saint Christmas would soon be about;
the fires were low—so low that a whisper
could snuff out the flames like winds in the winter.
I shut off the lamp, and shuffled along;
away to my bed to dream my dream song.
But this year the sound of the clatter that rose
was only the phone ringing in the shadows.
I dashed to the doorknob and flew down the hall;
I rounded the kitchen to answer the call.
“Hello” I announced in a voice oh-so-tight.
“I’m sorry, good sir,” came the voice in the night,
“the news that I bring isn’t fit for this eve,
yet Christmas joy is what I’m tasked to thieve.”
“Thieve?” I asked, “Well don’t beat around the bush.”
“I’m sorry, good sir,” he said in a hush,
“at half past three, we found young Mary was dead;
hung by the rafters with a noose ‘round her head.”
He continued and yet the words were all lost;
deeply buried under hallowed winter frost.
I trudged out the door and up through the snow;
“Lustrous” Clement called it, hours ago.
Her favorite lines had been “Now Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donner and Blitzen!”
And now, as leaves at a hurdle take to the sky
so too, I imagine, that her spirit will fly;
Out! Beyond those bustling lights;
Out! Away from suffering nights;
Out! Over oceans sick with sorrow;
Out! Flying past lonely tomorrow;
“OUT!” I cry, with a fire so alive!
“OUT!” It echoes down the steep mountainside!
“To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”
Perched over the chasm I sing: “It’s Christmas tonight!
Merry Christmas to all! and to all a good night!”
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