Monday, March 5, 2018

Christmas 2017


This poem came to me in the dead of the night, and I couldn't sleep until I jotted it down blindly with a lipliner pencil into a tiny notebook on my nightstand.  I entered it into a local writing contest to win second place and have it published in the local newspaper.

Twas’ Christmas twenty-seventeen,
And all were at rest.
The heat in the house
Being monitored by Nest.

The screens all plugged in,
Charging up with care.
The high frequency router
Putting waves through the air.

The kids in their beds
Were dreaming of gifts,
Like iPhones and Xbox
To watch their Netflix.

But mom had done
What she not even dare,
As the gifts of twenty-seventeen
Were wrapped with such care.

There wasn’t one single phone,
Tablet or TV.
Not one wifi-enabled device
Under the tree.

Mom had just enough
Of her zombie-eyed troop.
It was time to put life
Back into her group.

So on Christmas morning,
The kids all came down.
Couldn’t wait to text friends
All over their town.

Just waiting to post pics
Of all they had got,
Adding filters to selfies
In just the right spot.

Mom and dad sat,
As their kids opened their stuff.
They knew what came next
Might be a bit rough.

“Um, mom, I think something
May have been forgotten?”
Said one of the kids,
With a face that looked rotten.

“I think I had asked for
An iPhone Z3,
But I don’t see more gifts
Wrapped under our tree”.

“And, in my stocking,”
They heard another kid say,
“There’s no gift card for iTunes
For more music to play!”

“I’m sorry,” said mom,
“There won’t be any screens,
The internet says they give
Anxiety to teens”.

“Instead you will find
Books and a new pair of socks,
You won’t find any phone
Inside of that box.”

“We’re going to play games,
But you won’t need a remote.
Here’s a Battleship game,
You try sinking my boat”.

“Maybe we’ll go carolling,
Visit gramps and gran,
And we won’t even post that
On Instagram!”

“I like all electronics
Near as much as you do,
But the thing that’s forgotten?
Well, that would be you!”

“We’ve decided to make
Some memories this year.
We won’t need Twitter
To bring us good cheer”.

“I promise you kids
It’s going to be fun.
Our list of events
Has only begun!”

“We’re going to buy mitts,
And take them out to the street.
There are people out there
Who have nothing to eat”.

“Then we’ll strap on our skates
And take to the ice.
The Forks has a trail that
I hear is quite nice”.

“At the end of the day
I feel you’ll agree,
The best gift you got
Was time with our family”.

The whole family agreed,
And mom hugged each one near.
Merry Christmas to all,
And a happy New Year!

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