The Great Light Fight

A few weeks before Christmas, I am starting to dread,

while sugar canes and plums should be dancing in my head.

All I can think of, is the up coming big fight,

the fight with the Christmas lights, day and night.

The artificial tree, so carefully put together,

tis' almost Christmas, according to the weather.

Sylvia pulls out the boxes, from places unknown,

''Now where, were those blinking lights thrown? ''

She smiles and winks, her eyes filled with glee,

''Its not really Christmas, without blinking lights on the tree.''

The lights are coiled, around the tree so grand,

any minute now, I expect the sound of a band.

Sylvia puts on tinsel, bulbs, and a star,

everything is going ok, I guess, so far.

Contentedly sitting, with my wood and knife,

carving another Santa, not thinking of strife.

Suddenly there's a shrill scream, through the night,

''The lights are not blinking, what a sad, sad, sight! ''

In the confusion, I made a bad cut,

Poor little Santa, got a nick in the butt!

I yelled, ''Sylvia my wife, be of good cheer! ''

But the look she gave me, instilled instant fear!

'' These stupid lights won't blink, what should I do? ''

'' I know, '' she said, '' I'll find the one that blew.''

Carefully she inspects, every tiny little light,

yes, this is it, the start of the great light fight.

I pick up my things, and quickly leave the room,

and get myself ready, for another sonic boom!

'' Now where is that bulb? '' I hear her spit and sputter,

she's throwing them over her shoulder, one after another.

'' Aha here's one! '' I hear her laughing with glee,

'' Here's one, that will make them blink on my tree! ''

She puts it in, and then it gets quiet,

I hope it works, I can't stand another riot!

We wait for a minute, and as sure as can be,

the lights start blinking, on that grand Christmas tree!

Throw the confetti, strike up the band,

there is now peace, throughout the land!

The lights are blinking, what a beautiful sight,

there will be peace on earth, and around here tonight!






I wrote this poem, back in 2003. It was a lovely afternoon, and the great light fight was really starting to heat up. So teasingly, I said to my wife Sylvia, '' If this keeps up, I am going to write a poem about this yearly ritual. '' She looked at me and said, '' I bet you couldn't come up with anything. '' Now, I am not going to sit here and tell you that I am the best poet around, because there are millions of poets out there, that blow me right out of the water, so to speak. Anyway, I excepted the challenge. Forty five minutes later, I handed her this poem. I hope you all enjoyed, this little wife teaser. By the way, she is looking for those lights, as I am writing this. Thanks for dropping by.