Twas the week before Christmas…

Twas the week before Christmas, when all through the house

Paige could be heard to rant, stomp and grouse.

The mockings of her annual pre-New Year scare,

Tormenting her, often causing her to swear!


Her thoughts were befuddled like fog in her head,

They had settled in for the long haul, what dread!

The yammer of the thought thief, and the trap,

That just settled in her brain, this yearly crap.


Then out of the maelstrom there arose such a chatter,

She sprang to her feet to escape the clatter.

But she couldn’t avoid the internal clash,

Thoughts that mutter, and grow and thrash.


Her gloom and the test of a new year to go

Gave muster that made mid-life fears grow.

When, what to her surprise should appear,

But a limited chance that could quell fear.


With a little thought, so lively and quick,

She knew that there must be a trick.

More rapid than eagles her thoughts they came,

And she knew, and shouted, and called them by name.


Now work, now weight, now ambition. And mix in

Anxieties and fears of dreams not yet fixed in.

But comet-like worries that her longings will fall

Into the abyss, the abyss that dashes to bits all.


As sure as day leaves before the night will try

When she met with an obstacle she did not shy.

So up to each fear she stood and did not eschew

With her mind focused on joys and hopes too.


And then, in a twinkling, she found proof,

The thoughts in her head were not the truth.

The reality was what was all around

A world full of promise and choices abound.


She was stressed no more, nothing was caput

Her dreams were not tarnished with ashes and soot.

Instead she just needed to pick the right track

And muster her courage to make the attack.


Her eyes-how they sparkled! Her smile how merry!

Her weeks of foreboding had been very scary.

But now the future was topped with a bow

And her fears were left with no place to go.


The rules that she had hidden beneath

No longer encircled her head like a wreath.

She had broken the trance like an addict to telly,

And let out a laugh that came from the belly.


She decided it was time to like herself

And took down a diary from off the shelf.

Time to look fear in the eye and get ahead

She knew there would be nothing to dread.


She spoke not a word, but went straight to work.

Pen in hand, a list to write and not to shirk

The task in hand delicate as a rose

To write a list of ambitions she chose.


Her list finally completed she gave a whistle,

She had completed her first epistle.

Gaily she exclaimed as she danced like a sprite,

“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”

One Response to “Twas the week before Christmas…”
  1. Lushfun says:

    nice picture and poem

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