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Sitting at a table out to lunch with friends, I noticed shoppers rushing, stirring up the wind.
Thankful that I finished several months ago, I gently lean back now and watch this crazy show.
I do not understand procrastinating Christmas, I guess I’ve really nailed it as I gently sip my Swiss Miss.
My packages all wrapped and underneath the tree, my cards mailed out with plenty of time that’s free.
My lights are all up as you tangle with yours, cussing and yelling how you hate the yearly chore.
It pains me to know but far more to see, how you settled for your knarly, last-minute Christmas tree.
Your balls are dusty and the ornaments have no hooks, don’t worry about admirers, only the Grinch would look.
You toss up your tinsil at a most hurried pace, and throw a Christmas sweater on yourself without a moment’s haste.
The whole month should have had you feeling quite blessed, but your last-minute rushing has caused you such stress.
You quickly toss up the stockings that hold little gifts, then notice last year’s storing has caused them all to rip.
Now you sit wondering just what to do, as a flash of terror floods in about preparing the Christmas food.
You rush to pick up take-out hiding the restaurant name, pretending it’s all homemade, only to be worn out by your little charade.
You long for it all to be over, regretting you started so late, oh good Lord, you forgot the Christmas cake.
You manage somehow to pull it all together just in time for Christmas morning, your mouth’s foul words have been replaced by holiday tunes adoring.
Family and friends
join in unaware of your pitiful planning, and in just a few hours Christmas itself will start its kinda sad waning.
So here you sit the very next day, exhausted you look around, Christmas is over you waited too long, it’s time to take it all down.
Merry Christmas!
Anngee Quinones-Belian lives in Murphy. She loves humor and believes the world needs more of it. Email her at anngeeq@gmail.com.