Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays!

Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays everyone! I hope your respective days are filled with good food and tons of presents. Here are this year's Christmas poems, just in time.

Ornaments

The only ornament on my tree
Is a little golden orb for all to see.

No hats, no trains,
No tinkertoys.
No candy canes,
No Christmas joys.

No musical doves,
No musical bears,
No little Christmas gloves
No little wooden chairs.

Just a little golden orb for all to see
That's all I need upon my tree.

Copyright © 2009 Jarred Lee


Like Diamonds From the Sky

Snow like diamonds from the sky
Comes down in gentle torrents,
And everywhere I dare to look
Is a season in full bloom.

Miss Crosby stands behind the same old
Green folding table she has stood behind every year
Pouring hot cocoa like liquid Christmas
For anyone who can spare a dime,
And for anyone who could use one.

Old man Peterson pushes smooth jazz
Out of a rusty, dusty saxophone
On the same corner he seems to find every wintry night.
The only pauses his ancient fingers make
Are to gesture towards the upturned hat at his feet.

The many stores and shops,
Each on the brink of dormancy,
Light the streets so brightly
That you'd have to occasionally look up again
To make sure the sun still remained somewhere past the horizon.
Inside of each you can still see the shuffling and bustling
Of last minute shoppers in an eager panic
To find those last minute gifts,
Or suitable substitutes.

Below my feet lie dozens of shoe prints,
Each pair belonging to men, women, and children
Who are probably at home right now
Dreaming of adventures to come
And adventures that have already begun to fray around the edges.

Stray animals and creatures of the night
Patrol the alleyways and sidewalks in anxious anticipation of the
Leftover meals that are sure to arrive after belts have been loosened
And pants are unbuckled.

Yes, the holiday season is in full bloom with its
Unbuckled pants and anxious animals.
Its dream-scape adventures, last minute shoppers,
And shining lights.
Its ancient fingers, smooth jazz, and rusty, dusty saxophones.
Its folding tables and liquid Christmas.

Oh, and let us not forget those many sparkling diamonds
Falling from the sky.

I enjoy them the most.

Copyright © 2009 Jarred Lee