Monday, December 25, 2006

   The REAL Christmas post!
T'was the day before Christmas,
exhausted I was,
I slept but five hours
wrapping presents because . . .


The previous evening
I worked 'til midnight,
then came home, came online,
and started to write.

Cream Filling & Nougat,
the Holiday story,
turned out for the best
in all bright, blazing glory.

After I finished
t'was 'bout 2AM,
And spent time chatting
with a young Aussie femme.

By this point on
she was but three hours to go,
'fore it was Christmas
in the land down below.

All of that while
I had presents to wrap,
for ten, maybe twelve
people . . . ah crap!

But let it be known
that as Aussies struck twelve,
I wrap my last present
(save two that I shelve.)

So now that it's five,
I'm tired as piss,
bedtime, goodnight,
lest lunchtime I miss . . .


The next day at ten
(which's today, as I write),
The house woke me up
and I groaned with all might.

But out then we went
for dim sum and then,
off to the airport
all over again!

My step-brother, his wife,
and my young step-niece
from Hong Kong had arrived
safely 'nough, in one piece.

I had time for greetings,
to chat 'bout the weather,
but then it was off
to damn Superstore . . . bugger!


This short shift, four hours,
on this Christmas Eve,
the longest damn four hours
I ever did grieve.

My footsies were blistered,
my eyes felt all heavy,
if shoppers were water,
they're breaking the levee.

Busy and busy
and busier still,
But at six I'm leaving!
Believe me, I will!


So now the store's closed,
I'm free to depart,
so back to New West I fly
like Baldr's dart.

Oh yeah, it is raining
a torrent of rain,
I tell ya, these storms
have become quite a pain.

But home I arrive
just in time to have dinner,
With all my step-family . . .
. . . this family's a keeper!

So two older step-bros,
like uncle's they're aged,
hard smokers and drinkers
but joyful, I gauged.

And also I have
two step-sisters-in-law,
oh wow, what a mouthful
that title is, haw haw . . .

And then there's the young
sixteen year old step-niece,
(how twisted is this
that I now have a niece?)

But yeah, she is cool
and we'll all get 'long fine,
(she has a cool accent,
way cooler than mine)

So down in the basement
the three of us chilled,
myself and my brother
and step-niece, time killed.


Time 'til what, I wonder
well, this point remains:
step-niece and mother
have "flip" in their veins.

So yeah, for the third time
this year all alone,
I'll be off to church . . .
I know, whoda known?

But fiiiirst, an old matter
must care of be taken,
Ochibi-chan's present's
contents must awaken!

Midnight for mountains,
it's Christmas for her!
So now it's official
to open that thing that she's held off on opening until now.

(It's late, I'm tired)

And thankful for all,
she loved all the bits
and the shirt and the photos,
good she's happy, it's.


And then off we all went
to the midnight mass,
where all of that memory
came out in class.

I know that I still have
some questions of faith,
but those can hold off
'til the seventh or eighth.

But hey, there are worse ways
to spend a late night,
so whatever, together
we saw a neat sight.


Now fin'lly I'm home
and I'm writing this rhyme,
so let's wrap this up
like I do every time . . .



The prior years past
I would go name by name
throughout all my best friends
of myOtaku fame.

But now I'm afraid
I might miss someone good,
that's something to avoid
if something I Should.

So this year let's change up
the themage a bit,
it might take a while
so by means, take a sit . . .


I know of some folks
who despise all this season,
though to be quite fair
they have many a reason.

Like how people tell you
to be nice to others,
like rest of the year
we are assholes by druthers.

Or how despite saying
it's all for good will,
but really it's for
having money to swill.

Ultimately, yeah,
it makes me lose money,
but when gifts arrive
I find faces turn sunny.

A smile's all it'd take
to get me to get spendy,
(I promise, when I've bills
I'll start to get thrifty!)

This year I sent out
some gifts to some friends,
to keep us connected
when distance extends.


So that's what I see
around this Christmas season,
to keep all our thoughts
with each other as reason.

I love you all tons,
beliefs though they differ,
and Christmas or not
I'd not give you the swiffer.

Love it or hate it,
here we are this day,
and want it or not
my wishes to you stay.

As often I say,
things change given time,
something you should know
with or without this rhyme.


I'm rambling now,
my points not in order,
I'm sorry this year's poem's
boringness crossed the border.

Believe me, it's late
and I've few ideas left,
I'd best wrap this up
'fore I leave you bereft.

So yeah, the best wishes
all over the earth,
I wish you all cheer,
love, joy, good luck and mirth.

To sum it up nicely
right now 'fore I go . . .
Merry Christmas, much love,
from SomeGuy of myO.



This year's poem sucks more than before. But hey, it's not what the actual words are; it's what the REAL meaning behind them is all about. In this way, I'd like to think that's what the real truth of the holidays are: they're wrapped up in shiny, expensive commercialized ribbons . . . . . but we CAN see them, if we want to, to mean all the stuff that the holidays are really about. Family, togetherness, and well wishes for all of us to all of us.


Meri Kurisumasu, minna-san!
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