Beginning to Look A Lot Like Christmas

Soon it will be Christmas
Are you preparing for it yet?
Yard sales and auctions
Such nice bargains one can get.

There was a new teapot for a quarter
A used bike for a wee bit more
And once I found a violin
If only I could play the score

Sometimes you find a collectible
A cup or plate or dish
I was so very stupified
When I once was offered one live fish.

There are slacks and shoes and gloves
Laid out upon the lawns
Upon a side street yesterday
I saw a couple of plaster fawns

But the best view I had of all
When driving around my town
Was a wedding dress a fluttering
A lovely wedding gown.

I inquired what went with it
Imagine my surprise
When the lady selling the thing
Told me clearly — and with dry eyes —

“Why, you can have it all
The dress, the shoes, the veil
I’ll even throw in, for one more buck
The bouquet and the male.

I backed away quite quickly
A groom — not what I sought
Instead I took the teapot
And was glad for what I bought.

The Holidays Approach Us

The holidays approach us

You know that they do.

And I am ashamed!

Why?  Let me tell you.

On our wonderful streets

In downtown Hudson’s heart,

There are two big buildings

That really set us apart.

They stare at us daily

Like a pair of dead glass eyes.

And I’m tired of seeing them

Sitting there, just waiting to die.

It makes me feel so sad

And melancholy as well.

Why haven’t our promoters

Been able yet to sell . . .

These two abandoned structures

Which with some TLC

Can be our center diamonds

For the future – I am sure

That this you see.

We can paint up our faces

And congratulate ourselves

Till we are blue.

But until the st. Charles and Marshes revive,

They o’er shadow all that we do.

Doesn’t anyone care

Has no one the vision

To search out the buyers

Can Hudson make this a mission?

If I were a visitor

To our fair and friendly town,

I’d smile ‘till I saw them

And then I’d surely frown.

“Whoops!”  is the word

I’d say right out loud.

“This town is full of baloney

How can they walk so proud?”

This historic town

Has so much to giv.

But how can one see it

While these two “ghost shops” live

But maybe our forest

Is so think with the trees

That we’re unable to focus

On these – our master keys.

Let’s open this door

Put “A” before “B”

Get those who know how

Abroad in that sea,

A’searching for whalers

For those who wish to become

A part our treasure

Instead of landlords who slum.

For the holidays are coming

You know that they are.

Can’t all of us together

Make our two ghosts – our holiday stars?

Published in the Register-Star 12/6/1993

Have you noticed?

It’s the beginning to look at lot
Like Christmas
Have you noticed?
There are trees here and there
Sticky cotton clouds in our hair
Anticipation lopes about, don’t you see?
I wish I were a kid again
Filled with that energy again
So I could feel that same sort of thrill
What would it take?
Just for a month of that spirit
Would any of us be able to afford that bill?
It’s hard to say – Have we in us to play
All those Holiday games once more?
I think I will pass
Sorta rest on my A..
Then let Santa surprise me as he wants
What are you doing?

Well Now We’ve Eaten Our Grub

Well now we’ve eaten our grub
It continues to rub
Right at the front of our stomachs
It was fun while it lasted
But now all wish they had fasted
The holidays are such trying days
They wear us mightly out
We eat and we drink
We party and shout
Then we collapse and whine like a dog
Not on your life and no way
Although
They might kill us
They still quite thrill us
And that is enough to say
11/28/01

And Santa asked “ Y 2 k?”

Kay could mend with both hands
For her it was easy as sin
She could sew with her left or right hand
Depending on where she’d begin

In the year 99’ at Christmas
She called Santa Claus on the phone
But she called him at his workshop
But finally reached him at home

“Santa, dear Santa, oh please
“Might I have two thimbles, that’s all”
Santa made a note of her wish
And politely thanked her for her call

And on Christmas morning
As the sun brightened her Christmas day
She opened her present of two thimbles- it had a note
And Santa asked “ Y 2 k?
12/6/99

I can’t take it!

I can’t take it!
Give me a break
Its not even thanksgiving
For goodness sake

But look in the stores
And what to your wondering eyes should appear
Already this year

I am just not ready
So stop it, you guys
Let me just enjoy each day
For too fast they fly

No more santas
No more elves
Please take those things
Right off your shelves

And then when all our blessings are surveyed
Bring out the goodies
Do no delay
11/15/99