POEMS - Ho, Ho, Ho, Where's The Mistletoe? and JUST BEFORE CHRISTMAS

Preface

When I was in fifth grade, the music teacher, old Mr. Warnick, short, rotund, motivating and very smart, came into class and chose me and Bruce Whistler to read The Night Before Christmas.

At first I didn't realize what was going on, but we took turns reading segments of this poem between choir classes that were singing specific songs for specific passages.

 

There we were standing in the auditorium, before 2,000 people!!! 

Mr. Warnick had one of those microphones on a poplar cabinet with wheels set up that would once in awhile give out a high-pitched squawk!

To this day, I can recite that whole poem.

I was just doing what adults asked me to do, so for years it didn't dawn on me that it was an honor. 

Here's a couple of poems I wrote just for the fun of it.

HO, HO, HO, WHERE'S THE MISTLETOE?

Ho, ho, ho, who wouldn't know
Ho, ho, ho, where's the mistletoe?
Up on your toes, get you a kiss
From your jolly own St. Nick!

Fill up the stockings, over the cuff
Little red boxes, full of hot stuff,
One that will open 'n' twinkle your eyes,
Sparkles n'glitter, what a surprise!

Ho, ho, ho, who wouldn't know
Ho, ho, ho, where's the mistletoe?
Steal you a kiss, quick, quick, quick
From yours truly, good St. Nick!

Up on the housetop, watch the sunrise
Wish on a star, dreaming through the skies.
What comes next, a knock at the door,
Amazon's here, let's wrap some more!

Ho, ho, ho, who wouldn't know
Ho, ho, ho, who wouldn't go?
Up on their toes for a quick kiss
From mom 'n' dad hug master & miss!

JUST BEFORE CHRISTMAS

It was a few days before Christmas when all through the house

we watched the cat Piper chasing a mouse.

Our kids were not snuggled asleep in their beds.

They weren't jump-jumping and hitting their heads.

I had diced fruit, made drinks for a snack

Dad had just settled in for his digestion attack

When what to our surprised ears should we both hear

but a knock at the door "It's open.  Come in, m'dear!"

Then in walks the sons, with little ragamuffins

Breathless from running just a'huffin' and puffin'.

They tore off their shoes, they gave them a fling.

They threw down their packs, those zippers went "zing".

They ran to the toys like elves on a mission

lined up the trucks in dumping position.

Some grabbed a doll stroller, not just one but two

"Zoom!" Sister said, "Come on!  Race you!"

Green 'n' red orbs flew, the balls were all scattered,

The noise level rose and the sound barrier shattered.

Hours and time passed, adults chatting was done

The kids were pouting, "We're still having fun!"

When moms and dads called "To the table, let's eat."

One's put in a blue booster, to swing and dangle feet.

"Bring out the cooked goose and all the pumpkin pie."

"No toys at the table, get that spoon out of yer eye!"

Grandpa winked at grandma "You'll all wanna miss this,

Go ahead and say grace."  And he snuck a mistletoe kiss.

On The Way to Drawing Class

So, one of the neighbor ladies, Wendy, invited me to a beginner's drawing class.  She gave me the address with directions.  I thought the directions were not as direct a route as I percieved they could be knowing Indianapolis as I do.

The map came up quickly via GPS on the car's center screen.

Down Indiana 37, through horrendous road construction where they're digging deep valley's for underpasses, then west onto 86th street.  Soon I'd be merging onto 71st St.

GPS siri-like voice said, "Make u-turn here."

That didn't make sense, but I did.

GPS voice, said, "Object in the road" "Object in the road" just as a car pulled out in front of me from the right.  That white car's forward quick motion took it out of view but that didn't stop GPS.

"Object in the road"!

Well, durn, there were some orange cones!  The city road crew was busy with a water main.  And I was not finding 71st Street, so, I pulled up next to one of the crew members wearing a yellow reflective vest talking on her phone.

Oh, that got her excited.

She got off her phone FAST!

She started waving her flag, tiny-step prancing her feet, and raising her voice, and telling me I couldn't stop there!

"I just want to know how to get to 71st street."

"You go to the next light and turn left," then it was "YOU.  Follow me and I'll get you back into traffic safely."

LOL,  I could've told her about my trips to Tybee, or the lone drive to Nashville, or how I have a million miles of safe driving, but I just grinned and let her have at it.

Fed up and not being successful, I called Wendy.  

"I'm lost.  Give me the address again, please."

"Where are you?"

"I don't know."

This time West got changed to East.

I pulled over and parked in a church parking lot to catch my breath.  That durn GPS with the ciri-like voice was cheeky.  It told me ... that cheeky voice told me, 

"You Must Walk From Here" !

Alayna November 2021 & 2024

Alayna,  Noelle, Ainsley

2021

One evening I called Rusty.  I asked if the kids could come over so we could practice Fum, Fum, Fum, a Christmas song for the church program.  

"You do know, don't you, that whenever that song comes on Alayna comes in right where she's supposed to and sings the right words," he said.

Ah-ha, so, I've got her to working her mouth in a figure 8 like a camel that's chewing!  Yay!  

"And the other day when we were at the store "The First Nowell" was playing over the PA system.  Noelle froze," he adds, "right there in the store she exclaimed, "Dat my name!"  

He does a hearty chuckle.  It's so satisfying to hear his enjoyment of his kids.  Who knew he’d love a big family!  He’s so fatherly.

*******

2024

Later, another evening, another year, we were all at the kitchen table that was covered with a craft mess - markers, toilet paper rolls, glitter glue, scissors, etc.  Rusty, dad of the kids, says, "Time to clean up and let's go."  

4 y.o, Noelle, got done, slipped down from her chair, and disappeared.  

Then the doorbell rang.  I was thinking, "Who's that this time of night?"

Alayna, 7 y.o. sister to Noelle, piped up, "Yep, she's definitely outside!"

Noelle Bugs, Grandmas, and Run

                  Noelle Bugs, Grandmas, and Run - with Jayden

October 2024, just before Noelle's 5th birthday we were playing Mean Grandma.  That's hide and seek, but with me as the grandma.  With the lights out (we always play inside after dark) I would hide up high and reach down, such as hiding on top of a countertop and reaching down, to touch a kid on the neck and scare the bejeebers out of 'em.

This time Noelle was hiding behind the couch.  I searched here and there, knowing where she was but letting her have the thrill of anticipated discovery.  Finally, I pulled out the couch and there she was!  She let out a really good excited squeal, and then because I was blocking her way, she suddenly got serious and implored, "Let me run.  K?"

 

*****

In November, just after Noelle's 5th birthday, she was looking up at the pretty floral antique plates on the bulkhead in the kitchen.  I had told her they used to belong to my grandma, and some were my great-grandma's.  She's very articulate for her age.   Noelle's so adorable I couldn't help but smile when she said, "Do you kweep 'em for a decoration?  So you don't want to forget about her?"

Aw, you're so right.

*****

I was practicing a couple of Christmas songs on my crimson baby grand piano.  Noelle came bursting into the room, "That's my song!" she declared, "It's called Noelle.  It puts me to shweep."

Hummm, she indicated mom uses the song The First Noelle as a lullaby.

*****

I opened the screen door of the glass sliding door, and exclaimed aggravatingly, "Three flies just zipped right in!"  Jayden had previously been using my blue flyswatter and spent a good 10 - 20 minutes killing the black buggers.  Then he went outside and started swatting box elder bugs.  We're overcome with them this year.  

I thought it was a shame that 3 more flies had just entered the house.  After a bit, after he had lost interest, then Noelle gave us her two cents worth, "I think it was a bad idea to let 3 flies in cuz they can get our foo-ood!"

LOL, a bad idea?  LOL, yes it was a ba-ad idea!

*****

We were making pie crust for pumpkin pie.  Spencer came to help Jayden, Noelle and I.  I spied a signature on the bottom of one of the pie pans and showed everyone that my mother's name Gail was etched there.  Noelle said, "Did your mom died?  She'll be very happy that you're using it."

Jayden added, "And she'll be happy you're a very good grandma."

When I told Mary Ann this conversation she said, "You are!"

Well ... I love my grandkids! 

Toddler's Halloween Fest of 2021

TODDLER'S HALLOWEEN FEST  of  2021

We're having a Toddler's Halloween Fest,

-- it was be a monumental mess!

First we iced the cupcakes, and fixed a box of a baker's dozen with the extras to send to work with grandpa John for the community table in the bus barn lounge.  
 
Our little party included painting wooden faces, driving staked pumpkins in the ground, baking cupcakes and icing them (that's always an extra step, a messy one!)  and finishing off the evening with "It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown"!  

4 toddlers, 1 infant, and 2 DIL's and plenty of talk and lots of action.  So we had Jayden, Alayna Noelle, Lilly, and Jacob, and Ainsley not pictured.

Alayna 4 y.o.            Jacob 3 y.o,

Jacob pulling the little wagon  Jayden, Alayna and Lilly

Jayden and Noelle       Alayna and Lilly

Watching "It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown!"  They'd never seen it before.

THE AUSSIE

      With an All-American boyish clean-cut 

round-faced look, and wearing a GAP hoody, this dreamboat's accent gave him away, he was an Aussie.  

Just behind me in line at the Dollar Tree, he leaned against the black conveyor belted counter.

"I'm getting out of here."

At first I assumed he meant rushing out of the store, but his body language said he was relaxed.

"Oh, really?" and I raised my eyebrow encouraging him to expound.

"It's too cold." he said.

I looked at the clerk who is a friendly acquaintance, we exchanged bug-eyed telepathic looks.

"This is cold?"  

The sun was shining, and granted I was wearing a sweater, but none of us had on a coat, and we were all old enough to have lived during the Blizzard of '78 and the coldest year of the century in 1994, a brutal -43.  And let's not forget that horrible ice storm!

"It's too cold for me," he said again.

"But it's not that cold, not as cold as it's gonna get."

"The plane's leaving,"  again his words didn't match his easy demeanor, "tomorrow.  I'll be gone for 3 months."

"But it's only October, the cold weather starts in December sometimes not until January ... you should leave then for 3 months.  Where you from anyway?"

"Darwin.  Darwin, Australia.  It never gets cold there."  

Then as we wrapped up our purchases, he went off topic.

I had to take a minute to shift my focus from the cold weather, to the absentee President and the word-salad Vice President, Sleepy Joe and Kamalablah, to which this stranger from Australia referred.

I chuckled thinking THEY should get on a plane and run from the cold when he said, 

"You've got crazy people running this country!"

Let's keep the Aussie!

Gabriel Paid Me A Visit

"The feet of Gabriel"

I had a visit from Gabriel.

And I thoroughly enjoyed it.

Gabriel came from the Grand Canyon.

Gabriel is tall, muscular, and has short red hair.

Is that how you'd imagine the arch angel? 

Last week, yep, that's what he said, last week he was at the Grand Canyon.  That tickled my fancy, LOL.

This tall service man, duct cleaner, had just taken his wife there for their 10th anniversary.   He was no angel but he was a blessing.  

Remembering what my mother had said that she had no interest in visiting Mt. Rushmore because she had seen picture after picture of it, I asked Gabriel, "You know you've seen all the pictures, wasn't that enough, was it worth seeing in person?"

He scrunched his forehead and eyes and said, "Way better, 10 times better!"

"They say it wasn't a river that made the gorge, that it was an ocean," he said.

And he got out his phone and showed me just a few of the great many photos he had.

"This one...." and he pointed across the way on the photo, "that's 10 miles across!"  "WOW!  I interjected, "You can see forever...." 

"This one...." and he showed a vast emptiness with mountain peaks in the far background, "the colors aren't showing as well, it's way more brilliant."

"This one, I looked down, and asked the guide how far down was it, she said it's 2 miles to the bottom."

And he showed me the photo attached above.

"Everyone had seen me climb out on this huge rock, with a pinnacle, here's a pic of me straddling it, I'm sitting atop the outcrop, you know, if I fall 2 miles it's plenty of time to get right with anybody."

Really?  I wondered just how much time that would be....

So, we looked it up on our phones, google knows everything, his phone said to free fall for 2 miles would take about 25 seconds, my phone said 32.  That's just half a minute!

He was amazed, "Gosh, wish I'd read that before I climbed out there!"

"You know when I went back to where my wife was, there's all these people around me, "We saw you out there, what was it like?"

He said, "I showed my wife the goose bumps on my arms and told her I was shaking to just be here!  My wife couldn't believe it, but I said you know, I've been waiting 27 years to see the Grand Canyon."

He turned to me, "Look.  I've got goose bumps just thinking about it.  That is what God did!!"

Sure enough the light-colored fine hairs on his arms were standing up and peppered with goosebumps.

"I've been about mugged twice, and safely traveled from here to California and back, and worked in all kinds of bad cities like Chicago and New York."

He turned his phone over, showed me the black backside, it read, "Jesus is with me".

"And that's what I believe."

Well, Gabriel, I believe, too. 

"I'm glad you came!"