Friday, March 13, 2009

December Frenzy

Christmas fast approaches

And all around me

Like surf of a stormy sea

It pounds at me

From voluminous lists

I cross off faƮtes accomplis

Yet no end in sight

Do I see

Too fleeting, too short

The tide of time

Drives me, reminds me

To rest is a crime

So I bake

And I wrap

And I shop

Without stop

In desperation I swear

December next year

I'll bag the Santa thing

And sleep until spring