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NO TIME FOR CHRISTMAS
I have no time for Christmas
It's just another day.
Scrooge had the right idea
to keep Yuletide away.
I know there is no Santa Claus,
I'm sure he is a myth,
I've bought and wrapped no fancy gifts
For December twenty-fifth.
Hanging lights is bothersome
And trees indoors make no sense,
I won't even hum a carol,
Or care if I get presents.
No wreath will adorn my front door,
No fruitcake will pass my lips,
All those cookies are too sweet,
And go straight to my hips.
Just thinking about that hectic day
With all its chores and mess
Makes me want to run away
From the annual stress.
And, now that I am pausing to think,
Even the story is depressing -
A baby being born in a barn
Is an image most distressing.
Why would anyone do what Mary did,
And Joseph - why, and how?
Such an amazing act of courage and faith -
Hey ~ CHRISTMAS ~ I get it now!
MY DADDY'S LITTLE GIRL
I have my daddy's eyes,
I've learned the world through these -
Family and friends and books and dogs,
And horses and bears and trees . . .
I have my daddy's nose,
And though it's a little long,
I look in the mirror and there's no doubt -
I know where I belong
I have my daddy's hands,
Like his they have some quirks -
Loving and gentle and caring and strong,
And not afraid to work.
I have Dad's sense of humor,
We laugh at the same jokes
Funny and zany and wacky -
Just silly to other folks!
I am a lot like Daddy,
Sharing many of his parts,
But most of all, what I like best
Is that I have his heart.
Dedicated to my father
Leonard J. Lange
~ July 31, 1937 - June 4, 2003 ~
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