OH WHAT A NIGHT (Written by Janice Chevarie)

Christmas Writing from Blackrose 2011

I had numbered gifts this year and was to remember what each one contained and after opening all, here is what Blackrose read to me.

Now mom I know that soon,
I won't always be around at noon.

You'll be turning a little blue,
so I thought I'd get you a thing or two......

A Colbolt Glass to add to your collection.
A Pretty Pendent to see your reflection.

A handmade Frame, with the ocean and sky.
I know how it always caught your eye.

A Book for when you need your space,
a Bookmark so you can't forget your place.

Couldn't forget the CD. A Geocaching container or two,
I know you'll know just what to do.

A Wok Pan for when you're cooking stirfry.
Some Coffee and Tea for when you want to cry.

A Scrapbook for your postcard collection.

My last gift to you is this poem too.

I can already see that you've begun to miss me.
I love you mom.

You've always known just what to say
I hope I can thank you enough one day.

And of course - I cried.

Ready for Guests

Merry Christmas To My Female Friends

If I were ol' Santa, you know what I'd do

I'd dump silly gifts that are given to you.

And deliver some things just inside your front door

Things you have lost, but treasured before.

I'd give you back all your maidenly vigor,

And to go along with it, a neat tiny figure.

Then restore the old color that once graced your hair

Before rinses and bleaches took residence there.

I'd bring back the shape with which you were gifted

So things now suspended need not be uplifted.

I'd draw in your tummy and smooth down your back

'Till you'd be a dream in those tight fitting slacks.

I'd remove all your wrinkles and leave only one chin

So you wouldn't spend hours rubbing grease on your skin.

You'd never have flashes or queer dizzy spells,

And you wouldn't hear noises like ringing of bells.

No sore aching feet and no corns on your toes,

No searching for spectacles when they're right on your nose.

Not a shot would you take in your arm, hip or fanny,

From a doctor who thinks you're a nervous old granny.

You'd never have a headache, so no pills would you take.

And no heating pad needed since your muscles won't ache.

Yes, if I were Santa, you'd never look stupid,

You'd be a cute little chick with the romance of a cupid.

I'd give a lift to your heart when those wolves start to whistle,

And the joys of your heart would be light as a thistle.

But alas! I'm not Santa. I'm simply just me,

The matronest of matrons you ever did see.

I wish I could tell you all the symptoms I've got,

But I'm due at my doctor's for an estrogen shot.

Even though we've grown older, this wish is sincere,

Merry Christmas to you and a Happy New Year.

Merry Christmas to you and yours

Ollie and Bailey's Friends have come to visit.............

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