This is a poem I wrote 15 years ago during a time of poetry-writing in my life. Some of them were not bad, some of them were not so good, but this was one of the fun ones 🙂 Just to explain one verse about being sick…when I was small I was sick with a bad cold or the flu every Christmas. It was almost a tradition.
THE LONGEST WAIT
by Sandra Bell Kirchman
The longest time I ever waited
Probably makes me seem outdated
‘Twas waiting for the day of Yule
And waiting time just seemed too cruel
It’s only 20 sleeps, she said
My mother dear who’s now long dead
You only have to wait that long
Before you hear the Yuletide gong
19, 18, 17, ack
I couldn’t wait to see that pack
Filled with toys and other things
Which made us feel like queens and kings
16, 15, oh dear lord
It’s not that I just want to hoard
It’s that it’s magical ya know
He flies the skies like driven snow
14, 13, getting close
I’m sick so pour another dose
Medicine won’t get me well
The only thing is Santa’s bell
12, 11, 10…now 9!
My cheeks a-quiver, eyes a-shine
Single digit days are great
But ohmigosh I still must wait
8 and 7, 6 and 5,
Santa knows that I’m alive
Doesn’t he, oh tell me true
That he won’t miss and sail right through?
4 and 3 and 2, oh, wow!
He’s coming any minute now
No, wait, there’s one more day to bear
But Christmastime is in the air
And now the countdown is complete
With all the presents at my feet
Childish laughter fills the house
What mem’ries as I click my mouse.
© 1996 Sandra Bell Kirchman
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