Tessa, I Made Up A Christmas Eve Poem

There’s some banana cake left,
thought Alicia. She slipped herself
into a panda onesie, rested chin
on the book she’s reading and
declined. Christmas eve.

She felt all primed up.
Even had a few beers. Yet some part of
her’s whimpering, adrift in
la la land, marooned in
a tower of her making.

She wanted not to sigh but
sing hymns, fill the mind
with merry and bright,
burning with love and
chiming in, oh yes!

A cold wind came in from the west.

Note: Word list from The Sunday Whirl – melt, bananas, slip, chin, burn, chime, tower, wrap, drift, decline, mind, sigh


Ya know, at some level, we’re all just surviving the holiday season. Is it a good enough reason for people to get together? I guess so. Christmas really got significant because of the kids. But they’re all kinda grown up now. So we decided to get rid of presents. Which was one big commercial trap, wasn’t it, and isn’t it still? It’s not really about presents, is it? Even if for a season it was, for the kids that is. I see them entering adulthood one by one now. That’s a good enough reason for celebrating Christmas, just to see how they’ve changed in a year. What a difference a year makes. It’s easy to be cynical about celebrating. But really the good enough reason is good enough for me. So I want you to write a Christmas story or a story with Christmas sentiments. It doesn’t have to be true. But it has to conjure up feelings that ring true.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s