Twas the day after
Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature is
stirring, not even a mouse.
The presents were
opened, ribbon strewn everywhere,
With hopes that the
candies, the kids would dare share.
My doggie is nestled
all snug in his bed,
While visions of
chicken cookies danced in his head.
And boyfriend on his
iPad, and I in my sweats,
Had just settled our
stomachs with appetites not whet.
When out in the
street there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the
couch 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 still falling snow,
Gave the luster of
mid-day to objects below.
What to no surprise
my eye should appear,
A ten-car pileup,
each one hit from the rear.
With a little old
driver, oblivious and confused,
I knew in a moment he
would be verbally abused.
More rapid than
eagles, accident participants they came,
And they screamed,
and shouted, and called him bad names!
“You’re old! You’re
blind! You shouldn’t be driving!
C’mon! Let’s go! A
license is something you shouldn’t be striving!
Let’s call the police
down to this mess!”
The old man was sad,
and embarrassed as you could guess!
And then, in a
twinkling, I saw on the street
A little girl dancing
and eating a treat.
She asked the old man
why all the people were yelling,
He said, “They are
mad,” their emotions quite telling.
The girl implored, “Why
are you mean to this cute little man?
Did your Christmas
spirit go down the can?
He made a mistake and
it will all work itself out,
It’s a time for
understanding.” She said with a pout.
As I stood in my
house, looking out the window,
I was happy for these
ten drivers whose commute turned so slow.
She reminded them of
the true meaning of the season,
With that she had
given all our mornings a reason.
She spoke not a word,
but continued her walk,
And the people they
looked at each other and began to talk.
Apologized and
smiled, while exchanging information,
Being pleasant and
smiling all through the day’s duration.
I moved back to the
couch, to give my family a hug,
And we all grab a
drink and began to chug.
But they heard me
exclaim, as the wine disappeared out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to
all, and to all a good-night!”
By: Lana Linhart :)
Happy Holidays from all of us at Pierpont Place!!!!
