.....Fortunately, I'm creatively inclined. Thus, for the past 15 years I've been making my own Christmas cards complete with a new Christmas poem. Last Saturday, I finished the poem for this year's card. Hope you like it.
A BOY'S CHRISTMAS TRAIN
Ripped wrapping paper lies discarded,
Next to the prize it so lovingly kept safe.
Young eyes celebrate upon seeing the shiny blue train,
With gleaming red smoke stacks and coal black wheels.
A thousand possible journeys flood the young boy’s mind,
Each packed with excitingly heroic adventure.
Up and over mountains, through long stretches of barren desert,
Racing from town to town,
Delivering goods to clambering town folk,
Or bars of gold past desperate outlaws.
Yet, before the heroic engineer can deliver fuel to freezing settlers,
Or soldiers to their newly assigned post deep in Indian country,
He must first endure an all too ceremonial Christmas breakfast,
And wet kisses from aunts.