A Christmas Story with Poetic Power from Unity08

21 12 2007

‘Twas the Night before Christmas

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the land
No candidate was stirring, or shaking a hand.
The presents were wrapped-up under the tree,
In hopes that this Christmas could be campaign-free.

The voters were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions from TV ads danced in their heads.
My sister in Dubuque and I here in Keene,
Tried hard to forget all the debates we had seen.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
If they’d found our lawn boy out by the shack,
Tancredo and Hunter would never come back.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave luster to yard signs posted below.
When what should appear to my wondering eye?
A van with the bumper strip, “Live free or die.”

With a little old driver, so lively and plain
I knew in a moment it could be McCain.
But when I saw the sign saying “Peace to you all”
I imagined Kucinich, Gravel or even Saint Paul.

Like eagles, the reporters following him came.
He whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
“Now Russert! Now Matthews! Olbermann, Schieffer,
On Broder, on Stephanopoulous, on Lehrer, on Blitzer.”

It may be Christmas but we all have our jobs.
So, “On Stewart, Colbert, O’Reilly and Dobbs,
To the top of the world, to the top of it all.
Come push me on up; or at least break my fall.”

As some candidates do when caught in a lie,
Climb up on their pedestal, high in the sky.
So up to the house-top the entourage flew,
With a sack full of earmarks and promises too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pandering of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney the next President came with a bound. Read the rest of this entry »

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Been Feeling Like Two Dwarves: Drugged and Dopey

21 12 2007

Last Friday I got my Christmas present early — sinus surgery.

I dearly hope it will be a gift that keeps on giving, that it will fulfill my New Year’s Resolution of better breathing while sleeping, forever. (My new CPAP machine never quite delivered what I’d been wishing for.)

But for now, getting a post-surgery week before Christmas has made for a sort of backward holiday calendar. All my usual post-Christmas stupor in the big club chair with books and the tv remote came early, bumping my traditional pre-holiday socializing and activities. True, I’m doped up with drugs instead of rich foods and high-octane eggnog but still it feels practically the same, that delicious immobility while dreamy nothing-to-do-lists dance in your head.

I wonder if I’ll feel all bustly next week then, or if I’ll just have a double dose of drugged and dopey this year, and no bustle?