Friday, December 24, 2010

A Poem

Long ago I wrote a cheery little Christmas poem. It was published in riverSedge in 1977. I thought it would become a Christmas classic on the order of How The Grinch Stole Christmas, but for some reason, it didn't. So since you won't be seeing it anywhere else, here it is:

Plastic Xmas

Underneath my plastic tree
Are plastic presents wrapped with glee
And plastic tape as you can see.
Nearby there's a nativity
(Made of plastic, naturally)
With its plastic babe fast asleep,
Watched over by placid plastic sheep,
And plastic shepherds that quietly creep,
As plastic angels from the rooftop peep.

Beside it stand my plastic wife . . .
My plastic children . . .
My plastic life.


Deb said...

Wow, that's deep man!

Deb said...

And, of course, merry Christmas to you and your family.

Mel Odom said...

So he killed them and wrapped them in Saran wrap?

Anonymous said...

Totally heavy, dude.

Does it have a name? Or should we guess?


Charles Gramlich said...

I don't believe there's ever been a Christmas classic that used the word plastic so frequently. That's probably the problem. :)

Jerry House said...

Surely it will go down in history with "I don't care if all of hell freezes/As long as I've got my plastic Jesus/riding on the dashboard of my car..."

Anonymous said...

Can you work a plastic Caganer in there somewhere?

Cap'n Bob said...

And all those gifts charged with a plastic card.

Benjie said...

Very festive indeed. Never have I seen the American idea of Christmas so perfectly. It reminds me of the plastic santa scenes in Santa Claus 3: the Escape Clause.