Friday, November 28, 2014

'Twas the Day After Thanksgiving (Reprised)

Photo by Deborah Downes
By Kim,

Thanksgiving in the Bullock household means only one thing anymore: Nutcracker!

As you read this, I am probably in wardrobe, wrestling tights and leotards onto excited, wriggling little girls and attaching halos and mouse ears.

Hence, the repeat of my poem from last year at this time:

'Twas the day after Thanksgiving, when all thro' the Eisemann,
are children so excited, you’d swear they'd won the Heisman;

The costumes are hung in wardrobe with care,
In hopes that Party Girls soon would be there;
The dancers wait impatiently in their Keds,
While visions of Dew Drops dance in their heads,
And the Sugar Plum Fairy in her tutu, and the Cavalier in his cap,
Must wait until January for their long winter's nap-
When out in the hallway there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to the door to see what was the matter.
Away to the dressing rooms I flew like a flash,
Alerted the chaperones to send the Angels, and off I did dash.
They wear dresses and halos like new fallen snow,
Smiles and curls bring “awwws” from the audience below;
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and Unicorns instead of rein-deer,
With two drivers, Clara and the Prince,
I knew in a moment, their steps would cause no one to wince.
With the grace of ballerinas, the dancers they came,
And we pointed, and whispered, and called them by name:
"Now! Bakers, now! Pages, now! Candy Cane, and Mother Ginger,
"On, Arabians! On, Polichinelles! On Cossacks and bell dinger (?)
"To the front of the stage! To the back of the stage!
"Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
As dry snowflakes before the wild blizzard fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the balcony the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Nutcrackers – Clara and her Prince, too.

Hope everyone had a fabulous holiday!

P.S. I never claimed to be a poet.

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