723 Gettin’ used to it! 11-18-17

Strings of sparklin’ silver lights
luminate palm trees in the night.

Short-sleeved carolers’ southern drawls
sing send-ups to Bing Crosby,

” I’m dreamin’ of a White Christmas”
(with not a hint of irony)

wishin’ us,
“Merry Christmas,
Y’all!!”

A blue nativity
glows in the muli.

Santa guides 300 horses,
pullin’ his candy-apple pick-up truck.

No chestnuts roast on an open fire.
No Jack Frost nips at the nose.
No 10 degree wind chillin’.
No snow, “if the Lord’s a’willin'”!

What’s this immigrated Yankee to do
when it’s Christmas on the bayou?

Well,lllll,

he’ll just have to learn to love
a balmy Christmas Eve,
speedin’ to a Baptist mid-night mass
in his top-down Chevrolet.

Singin’ a birthday chorus-to-Jesus
under gleamin’ Southern Stars.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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