my earliest retrospective Yule Tide memories circa mid 1960's

upon contemplating how to access

a lapsed half century woolworth

didst weigh more'n five and dime

afore i hove up existential ante

bell and clapper journeys

truncated, predicated, conjugated

on abundant buoyant chant

eyelids gently shuttered while seated

in an easy chair, a grant

from anonymously disposed rubbish

to schlep this accoutrement did enduce a pant

cuz, this mid dull ledged papa no spring rooster,

and now easily became ensconced with scant

exertion enveloped within comfortably numb

meditative state tant

a mount to hypnosis, which quickly quietly,

and quintessentially evoked bliss

stirred wordsmith hood succomb

to an altered state, analogous to virtual reality, a hiss

sans, remembrance of things past,

whereby with negligible mental effort wuss

sold magical mindbending arch, whereat a

(rainbow like emulation mode), this miss

sing Whoosh DID NOT require

much cerebral exertion from me

to pry loose avast treasure trove

of locked precious childhood memories

visited by hindsight aye could see

long since stowed away,

yet methought Xmas theme would re

mind this baby boomer prithee

(encased in nearly inpenetrable

thick gauzy cobwebs, and huge

droning spy ware spiders did flee

thence, with a figurative brush of hand,

a simulacrum curtain pulled back, whence glee

son shone vis a vis, cuz,

an illusory chink of light shed forth where he

upon forgotten one favorite

nursery rhyme lyrics, which faux holographic beam

recollected as if momentarily carried back

to me own ole Virginny hide deem

stood atop raised causeway immersed

golden raiment trickling threnody ream

hinged present with distant past,

that temporarily static surreal moment in time stream

the best part of existence, thence I became alive

from dormant state, an anachronistic meme

now, asper the following afore

alluded ditty hie now aim

harmoniously exultant exuding

humming bird of a boy,

whose unspoken name means gift, how came

I to share such minutiae (when original intent

bespoke zeroing to ground zero,

when this ache king hippie merely thought

to elaborate about Christmas excitement then),

which unexpected meandering bore me aloft back

to nursery school days and didst claim

thine parents on that namesake,

which elated mood in tandem with real

or imagined gurgling did frame

that moment reminded vision of particular words

and simple tune sang during along as a game

with make believe friends Harnie and Dinnie,

who would coon sitter this poem lame

joie de vivire, way before existence

teetered and tottered the brink of self shame,

whence psychological snowball effect,

no rhyme nor reason could tame!

Now adieu whilst rickey rockety

quirky one man team

doth recite the words while reveling poignantly

this pastiche long an unraveled seam

row row row your boat gently down the stream

merrily merrily merrily merrily life is but a dream.