The hearth last night laid so bare,
the flames could not stay it’s shiver,
then I looked at the calendar there,
thus, I asked the décor to come hither,
to the thing that’s been my friend,
I shall let no warmth be missed,
a toast, let their happiness never end,
as I start with my tinselitis!
The walls stated their plain sorrow,
as their colours seemed so drained,
let there be no tears for tomorrow,
for now, there are like glass-stained,
windows, I will get to you next,
like the hearth and walls, you’ll glitz,
brocaded with reams of joyous text,
as I continue with tinselitis!
That corner wept with silent mood,
it’s tears said, fill me with Fir,
I did as I was told, it’s smile renewed,
thus, it sings brightly, a happy purr,
as does the sideboard, and passageway,
they sparkle with a festive kiss,
showing a fantastic looking display,
because of continued tinselitis!
The last to call upon it’s change,
is the trusted dinner table,
it’s yearning will soon be re-arranged,
to look like a Bethlehemian stable,
but for now, let me help the pantry,
with those meats, sweets, and fizz,
then I’ll aid you to roar so grandly,
when I complete my tinselitis!
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Author:
AuburnScribbler (
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- Comment from author about the poem: At this time of year most of us get a little crazy, and with some consideration, I think I've come up with a name for the condition: Tinselitis, (of course an old time punchline to a cracker joke, but hey!) The extent of my "craziness" is hearing inanimate objects/places around the house, screaming to be dressed up accordingly, and of course they will win. Accompanying this, is a clipart iStock image by Vect0r0vich from Getty Images/iStockphoto. I hope that you enjoy my first festive poem of the year, early Seasons Greetings to you all, and as always, please stay safe everyone!
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Interesting writing … giving inanimate objects a voice . I liked the read ) if they had feelings they certainly might cry with a lack of colour at this time of year
Thanks for the read yellowrose, and yeah, sometimes a little bit of the farfetched surreal, doesn't hurt at all.
I like the child-likeness of this particular style, and I'm glad that you resonate with the scenes that the poem unfolds.
I hope that all is well!
Was actually expecting the old joke when I saw the title ☺. Love Christmas my electricity bill trebled with all the lights ablaze. Great poem full of festive fun.
Thanks for the read woundedheart, and glad to hear that you are a fellow cracker joke lover!
Bless you for your electric bill though, I suggest to ease the pain, perhaps get a large brandy down you! Haha!
Thanks again, and I hope that all is well!
Good write AS.
Thanks for the read orchidee, I hope that all is well!
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