‘Twas the week after Christmas
by David Alan Hoag -- December 26, 2012
‘Twas the week after Christmas; the month had been hard
And to my dismay, I’d mailed nary a card.
Insane overtime; all while singing “Rudolf”
Then (can you believe it?!?) my boss makes me golf!
Hang all of the house lights; no down-time for me,
Fetch stuff from the rafters then assemble the tree.
Untangle the tree lights that mess with my head
For once one bulb is fixed, the next one is dead!
The shopping, the baking; but then I needn’t boast
Except for a small bit, my dear wife does the most.
Now… boxing and wrapping… not something I do;
A small point of fact: My wife does all that, too!
Then grandkids arrive and things really get busy
With pick-ups and drop-offs, it makes one quite dizzy.
I’d describe every detail, but that would take years
And suffice it to say, you’d be quite bored to tears.
And Christmas IS NOT all the stuff that’s on sale,
Or staying on schedule with cards in the mail.
It’s sharing God’s message of LOVE, PEACE, and JOY
And God’s GIFT to the world… in a small baby boy.
You might think that I’m late with my message this year,
But, I say that I’m early with Holiday cheer.
When I say this is early, well here’s what I mean:
Merry Christmas to you… in two thousand thirteen!
Your brother in Christ,
Dave
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