Merry Christmas,
It comes after fall.
Ghosts of Christmas past,
Ghosts both short & tall.
New memories and
good old memories sure;
But years piled on pain,
For which there is no cure.
Every year I try
With everything I have
To diagnose the pain
And stay away from sad.
The ones I love the most
need cheer and smiles from me.
And even my silent tears
In their love they can see.
This year again
the demons will dine.
Nonetheless I pretend
That I am just fine.
I miss my mom,
Sharlene and Jimmy too.
I miss Jesus
And silent night too.
But I’m okay
This year I have a plan!
Fun and merriment!
I’m taking a stand.
Whack-a-mole with demons!
Hit one, up another pops.
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The action never stops.
Whack-a-mole for Jesus!
Hit a demon on his head.
Knock him hard enough.
And maybe he’ll play dead.
I suppose Jesus is okay,
With me trying to make fun.
After all piñatas are for birthdays
Whack-a-mole is a variant spun.
Up pops another,
sinister and sad.
This time a memory
Of me and my dad.
Ok demons,
I’m gonna cheat.
Hit you on the head
With a memorie sweet.
Wait, there is a smile!
It’s my mom looking down!
Another joy now
Sharlene’s song a sound!
Jimmy yelling now,
C’mon Carl, faster whack!
The demons are losing
Take that! Smack!
I’m worn out and tired…
Killing my demons as they stall.
I’m laughing and happy!
Merry Christmas to all!