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The Season's Reasons
The holiday season brings many moods,
mine change often, what mood strikes you?
A good one, bad one? A silly one, sad one?
Are you upset or stressed,
about work or a test?
Some jerk or a pest, has gotten your best?
Perhaps you need to rest your feet,
there's no way to compete with those deadlines to meet.
It's hard to sleep with the job incomplete,
you toss the sheet and floss your teeth.
You talk to your boss, who must never floss,
with words at a loss, your lunch you must toss.
With his scowling face,
and his sagging belly,
his sidekick ace,
you call Nagging Nelly.
You start to feel better,
as you laugh at his sweater.
With its holiday colors,
that clash with the others.
Your mood has shifted, after this chuckle,
or just re-gifted, like your boss's belt buckle.
He's in charge, and it's no secret,
unlike that last hair on his head, why does he keep it?
You can now start to smile,
for you leave in a while,
your last call dialed, you feel like a child.
The clock ticks slow, as it hangs on the wall,
the hands won't go, why do they stall?
Time to head home, a few stops on the way,
you check your phone, two voicemails to play.
One from your mother, she’s worried sick,
you haven’t called In a week, your butt needs a kick.
You park the car and head in the store,
and pass the ringing bell you've come to ignore.
You grab a few things with the holidays approaching,
family together, you're going to need some coaching.
Head for the wine, and maybe the beer,
In-laws and babies, ahh Christmas cheer!
Once again your mood has changed,
thinking of family and your life rearranged.
Uncles and cousins pay visits this season,
and your sister is asking why your house is so freezing?
As these thoughts fill your head and you start to worry,
an older couple walks by, slow, in no hurry.
They look at each other, a gleam in their eyes,
you could learn something here, they must be wise.
You think of what their story may be,
how long they've been together, they seem so at peace.
Your heart is now warm after seeing the two,
if they can make it through, then so can you.
You think of their many holidays together,
confident you can survive however,
the lines intertwine, and snake through the store,
the warmth starts to melt, and drip to the floor.
You make it outside and this time you stop,
the sound of the bell- wait, no that's a cop!
Someone disheveled, stole the red kettle,
that is just wrong on so many levels..
Shaking your head, your stomach unsettled,
you get in the car and press on the pedal.
Arriving home, you park the car,
all alone, you see the North Star.
You walk to the door, holding your keys
the dogs start to whine, wondering why you tease.
The warmth of home, gives you what you need
yet a voice in your head, keeps you from your ease.
Your wife arrives home, later than you,
let's be realistic, she works too.
You tell her the news of the red kettle bandit,
how you chased him down, you try to be candid.
Then you come clean and tell her the truth,
turn on the tv, and watch the news for proof.
How could he do this, has the world gone mad?
This is just ruthless, what if he's someone's dad?
You then have a thought, his plan has backfired,
grabbing your checkbook, you feel so inspired!
you'll give what you can, to a child in need,
to make up for the thief with one good deed..