‘Twas just before Christmas,
when the Grinch played his part.
His slim, furry fingers fouled
my holiday’s start
by pointing out the turmoil bubbling up
in our world-
the greed that had unfurled.
‘Twas the night between the longest and the Most Holy Eve
That I grasped for the peace I’d once easily achieved.
wrung my belly in a twist –
“‘Tis the season to be jolly.
Not one to raise a fist.”
The Bah Humbug cloud rumbled and tumbled o’er my head.
Then it crashed, and it thrashed,
exactly what I had dread:
“While flames climb high in your chimney tonight
Children curl up elsewhere trembling with fright.
Fire burns in your hearth banishing frost from the room
While thousands succumb to grim threats of doom.”
The Bah Humbug cloud darkened.
It swarmed black ’round my soul,
Conjuring images of great sadness,
for that ’twas its goal.
As the goose slowly roasted,
savory scent wafting from oven vents,
No amount of spices hid the visions
of children living
Then as the night turned frigid
and Rudolph’s nose warmed my chin,
refugee phantoms huddled moaning,
“Our blankets are too thin.”
The Bah Humbug, now a storm,
pummeled my heart flat,
Sunshine shattered the nightmare…
but only for me,
those living it elsewhere.
I bolted upright
and I thanked the ‘ol Grinch
for Cindy-Lou’s remedy
for fear and ignorance
As for the Bah-Humbug cloud that had gathered ‘oer my head?
I hugged Scrooge’s specter and leapt from my bed,
thinking of how often, when disaster strikes,
the world joins together and spontaneously ignites
virtues of a very different kind –
ones of great hope
and renewed faith
Now, my Dear Friends, I must thank you all too
for putting up with my ’twas-es all the year through.
And as I bid farewell to a turbulent ’15
My wish for us all
is a healthy,
and peaceful ’16