Poetry Friday: ‘Twas the Eve of X-Mass–WIP

 

One of Saint Nick’s well Reindeer, watercolor and watercolor pencil.

Happy Poetry Friday! I believe my poem for this week was heavily influenced by the very bad sinus infection I’ve had. The poem is a WIP, a take on “A Visit from St. Nicholas.” Hope you enjoy it. I didn’t have time or energy for a sketch this week, though I’d like to do something eventually–so I’ve included an illustration from a greeting card of mine. Happy Winter Solstice, and Merry Christmas to all those celebrating! 

‘TWAS THE EVE OF X-MASS

‘Twas the eve of X-mass and on every pathway,
All the creatures were ready to help save the day!
The news of Saint Nick, being sick moved fast and far,
A plan for help hatched quick, by Cardie Red the Rock Star.
“X-mass must occur kids count down to this one day!”
But the reindeer got sick too, now who’ll pull the sleigh?
Red sent a song code and ‘cross the wide world it flew,
S-O-S-Saint-Nick’s-sick-and-his-deer-have-the-flu!
All the critters cross the lands joined in to help out,
The deer flew in from Greenland, and more from about.
Ma Clause came and helped train the new reindeer crew,
They all practiced till all their noses turned blue.
Bears big and small helped loading all onto the sleigh,
And Red Cardie with crew sang out, thanks and Hooray!
“But who’ll drive? Who will drive?” Chirped Red, “Who’ll take the reigns?
One small oversight can’t dash our new grand campaigns.
So they thought, and they thought, and they thought, a bit more …
And their very loud thoughts woke up Able ape’s snore.

To be continued …

© 2017 Michelle Kogan

 

Here’s a bit from the original poem “A Visit from St. Nicholas.” 

A VISIT FROM ST. NICHOLAS
BY Clement Moore

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds;

While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;

And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,

Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,

Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,

When what to my wondering eyes did appear,

But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny rein-deer,

With a little old driver so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment he must be St. Nick.

Read the rest of the poem at the Poetry Foundation.

My apologies to all whose blogs I didn’t make it to last weekend, and comments–though I hope to catch up on those. I’m looking forward to being well and visiting more this week.. For this weeks Poetry Friday Round up stop by Buffy’s Blog, thanks for hosting Buffy, and for shining some more light around our small planet!

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