[spoken in 6/8 time]
‘Tis the night before Christmas;
I search through the houses
For gifts that one niece,
two siblings and spouses
Find useful both within
and outside the home
And end up requiring
no more than one poem.
While some things improve
from my getting this old,
It’s no less hard to handle
these feet growing cold.
For once comes the season
to set back the clocks
I’m soon disappointed
with all of my socks.
The price of thick wool pairs
put me in a sulk;
Till I made a decision
to order in bulk!
I hope it’s no problem
they all are sized L,
As I’ve seen how wool shrinks
so for all I can tell
They’ll eventually qualify
for a size M,
Depending the method
used laundering them.
May our feet being warm restore warmth to our hearts
To open our minds to our stressed counterparts,
Who we cannot agree with yet cannot ignore,
When the feelings they’re having voice words we deplore.
May our listening disarm each one’s need to be right
May soon come the dawning of rift-mending light.
