Hello, I normally send an annual newsletter to friends with an original lit creation aperitif. Here's a couple from the past fave file. See you in 2012!
AFTERGLOW
'Twas the day after Christmas
and all through the shack
not one thing was stirring,
except one old cheese snack.
Tupperware was stacked and sealed with a burp
to preserve a LARGE turkey that'd chirped
its last chirp.
The children were asleep and snug in their beds
surrounded by gift debris up to their heads.
I in my boxers and Ma in her sweats
were dazed in the living room, tallying debts.
Then what to my wondering eyes should appear
but an unlabeled gift and an imported beer!
We flipped for the ale, though it was quite warm
and guessed at the treasure just by its form.
A Blackberry! An X-box! Buns of Steel! eew.
Obviously, a wife with too little to do.
Our brains were numb, 'alone time' grew short
so we shared the unveiling--like a good sport.
Underneath the satin, the foil and the glitter
was a gift so unique it made us both titter.
It didn't have bells or keypads or a whistle,
it couldn't fetch or fly like the down of a thistle.
In the box was a card, silver ink on dark blue,
that said in four words something so true.
Our family had shared so much, you recall,
the card said,
"THANKS FOR DOING BUSINESS.
Signed, The Mall."
