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With the holidays, we’ve been a little crazy here at PMS.
So…here’s a holiday poem I wrote.
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Only Lauren sat stirring, clicking her mouse;
With foam curlers tied all up in her hair,
In hopes that some fullness soon would be there;
The family was all nestled so snug in their beds,
While gifts for their sweethearts danced in their heads;
I sat at my desk, portable computer on my lap
And couldn’t sleep after my afternoon nap,
The ticking of keystrokes created such a clatter,
But there was no one awake to ask “what’s the matter?”
Minimizing the windows, I updated my flash,
Grabbed some holiday candy from my well hidden stash.
Images from up North of new-fallen snow
I clicked between all the windows below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But an ad for a dating site, for me to find someone dear,
The process was easy, designed to find someone quick,
I clicked on a profile for someone named Nick.
More rapid than eagles a reply quickly came,
And I whistled, and shouted, and told him my name;
“Now, I want you to know, I’m not always a vixen!
But time is running short, and I need a date with all the fixin’s!”
To the New Year’s Eve gala! to the dropping of the ball!
Now kiss away! kiss away! kiss away all!”
As dry spells that before the wild hurricanes fly,
My hopes they rocketed straight toward the sky,
So into my closet to choose an outfit I flew,
With the dress from Franchesca’s and my black pumps too.
I then attempted to remain aloof
As I gazed out my window, across to the roof.
I spied a man there, with his sled upon the ground
Through the front door, Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in black, from his head to his toe,
He must have been boiling, without any snow;
Flowers behind his back he’d chosen to stick,
Though he looked nothing like his profile pic.
His eyes — how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
Though smoking’s a no-no and he set fire to our wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
I would have started working out, if I’d gained all that myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon confirmed what I had come to dread;
This online relationship just wouldn’t work,
Because I could tell that this St. Nick was truly a jerk,
And laying his finger inside of his nose,
Digging for gold, I really suppose;
He sprang to his car, and he gave me a whistle,
And away he flew, his car like a missile.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.”
