Tuesday, November 1, 2016


It's HalloweenThanksgivingChristmas.
I'm grateful for the ghosts and gifts
brought by the 3 wise zombies -
turkey, pumpkin spice, and brrrr,
baby, it's cold outside.
Deck the halls
with spiderwebs
and Christmas lights.
What child is this?
Trick or treat!
Carolers at the door.

In honor of hearing my first Christmas carol of the season YESTERDAY.  Seriously?

Submitted to The Tuesday Platform at Real Toads.


Sherry Blue Sky said...

I imagine, were I to go into town Walmart would be feverishly packing up its halloween stuff and getting out all the jingle bells. Sigh.Such a rush to flog the consumer frenzy along. I love your poem, for it is just the way it feels, one barely brushes the cobwebs out of her eyes than she has to start heating up the apple cider.

Margaret said...

Kept giggling at the blending of the three holidays... I might just call it this from now on!

Kerry O'Connor said...

Yep! Christmas decorations go up in October. The holidays have become a parody of themselves.

brudberg said...

Ouch I'm not ready for Carols yet... but no Thanksgiving in sight.

Sioux said...

Your poem is too funny and unfortunately, too true.

colleen said...

I don't think this could be said any better: the holidays all blur together with no space in between. I saw a pink Christmas tree with pink pumpkins around it and it really threw me. (It was something for breast cancer, but still?)

Marian said...

Yep, for sure. Though I will confess to not minding much... I'm good with a slew of holiday will for a while. Maybe it's just being addled :)

Jim said...

Nice trio-in-one, MomZee. I was in Home Depot yesterday looking for clearance Halloween stuff and the ha Cristmas all over the place. Nothing at all for Thanksgiving. Walgreens and Kroger too. Where did it go, have I missed something? You have my answer here.

angieinspired said...

I love your jumble of holidays. A trick-or-treater giggled after she rang my bell on Halloween and said "Trick or Turkey"

Fireblossom said...

I fucking hate Christmas. It's like the too loud too pushy self-obsessed relative who grabs a plate before everything is even on the table and guffaws because they think they're so much fun.