’Twas the morning of Christmas

’Twas the morning of Christmas
And all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring
Only me and the dog because he likes his breakfast early.

Everyone else is still snug in their beds;
I’m sitting here looking at the tree,
And wondering what to write
For my first Christmas morning poem.

When all of a sudden I hit on an idea!
I can take an old poem and rework it;
Maybe have some fun and make some fun rhymes;
So far it isn’t working.

The words, they aren’t rhyming
And the pacing is clunky;
But wait, here is something!
We may be moving from junky!

My mind is usually agile, quite lively and quick!
But this morning it feels oozy and thick.
Maybe too many cookies and holiday cheer,
But wait now, we have two more rhymes right here!

Now shine! Now, pine! Those are Christmas words and they surely do rhyme!
Stuff the stockings, do some baking, those words, there for the taking!
I can do this this! It is working!
Let’s keep going, and going, and let the rhymes fall!

As the words rise up and begin to flow,
We have a small poem, based on one we know;
That one is about the eve of this day,
This one, the next morning, a kind of word play.

And then, we see a pattern emerging,
Use the first few words to get the mind a-whirring;
And then let the fingers move fairly quick,
you end up with something with a touch of wit!

He was dressed all in fur… well, that is my dog.
He is sleeping, his belly full; he’s a hog!
And under the tree are loads of gifts,
just to sit and look, my spirit it lifts.

The lights - how they twinkle, the ornaments glow!
Some of them shiny, some with fake snow!
There is garland wrapped all around,
and on top, an angel, making no sound;

The light fills the room, it is a perfect backdrop;
for the Santa statues all sitting atop,
All the shelves I can see, here around this wondrous tree,
Another big set of memories for those I love and me.

I am chubby and plump, I’ve been eating alot,
But I can laugh today, today’s not for changing, it’s not;
Instead I can sit here and play with these words,
I think we have gone more than two-thirds,

Of the way in the original poem,
The one that inspired, so we have to keep going.
Just a little bit further and then we will be done,
The first Christmas morning poem, a victory won!

And here we have it, the final last stanza,
I admit, this has not been a poetry bonanza.
I’ll stop with the rhyming, and silly word play...
HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-DAY!