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.