Best Christmas Ever
The holiday season is upon us.
Brotherly love is all around.
I love Christmas without the fuss.
All the music is the holiday sound.
I have no girlfriend, but many friends.
We are all in the holiday spirit.
Would I like eggnog? It depends.
If not spiked, I’ll say cheers with it.
What is this? A special delivery.
A package with no return address.
It says open now. It is free.
I hope it doesn’t cause distress.
‘My Christmas wish would be you.’
Just that simple note in big letters.
Who has sent this? I haven’t a clue.
Perfumed, I wouldn’t forget her.
I hope it is not a joke, but who?
I paced around, trying to think.
I am not sure what I should do.
I’ll just wait, I thought with a wink.
Next day, another delivery.
A beautiful package with a bow.
As I opened it I felt all shivery.
Who sent this? I have to know.
A picture of me in the park.
It said: “My angel to save me.”
Is this thing some kind of lark?
Don’t know when, you see.
I can’t remember posing for it.
Again I paced. I couldn’t bring
It to mind.—– Nothing fit.
I have to figure out this thing.
Next day a 3rd package arrived.
This is really blowing me away.
I looked inside and almost died.
“We must meet, instead of this way.”
Instructions as to where to go.
The date and time for the meeting.
No name attached so I had to go.
What would be a proper greeting?
It was a girl I knew from school.
Very pretty, but the quiet type.
“I always wanted to meet you.”
“I was just too shy to try, right?”
“So I came up with this ‘gift’ plan.”
“Christmas is just around the corner.”
“My only wish was to meet you, Sam.”
“Well, it worked—–. I am here.”
So started my best Christmas ever.
Mistletoe and nothing to fear.
I got my first kiss. Very clever.
May all have a Christmas this good.
Sue and I have been together since.
We both got what we should.
No longer will either sit on the bench.
Watching others go by hand in hand.
Happy smiles on their faces.
We have each other now. It’s grand.
Life is good. I wouldn’t trade places.
————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)