Let Out Your Inner VikingA Poem by Chris TaylorLet Out Your Inner Viking by Chris
The day now upon us and dreary eyes awake Children rush to open their take Tiny vikings pillage their presents Savages who can’t wait to see what grandma sent us
With flailing arms and a blur of paper It’s all about speed in this Christmas caper Ignoring the tags and who sent the gifts Eyes become focussed and adrenaline lifts
Games, Spongebob and even some socks Getting clothes for Christmas, boy, that’s a crock Buzzing, whistling and a cacophony of noise Weary faced parents, tired from building toys
Smiles, giggles and out-right laughter As each child plays with the toy they were after Kids lay down with chin propped up by hands Little minds drift off to imaginationland
Grandma spends hours cooking and she’s up til late And you can’t leave the table till you finish your plate So, it’s a shovelful of potatoes and a fork full of turkey And a sprint back to the toys under the fir tree
Mom and dad lean back with coffee mug in hand Watching tiny vikings ravage the land An explosion of gift wrap litters the scene Chocolate in the carpet; well isn’t that keen
Pets cry out with glee and rush to our feet Smelling the stocking with a bacon flavored treat Frantic tails wagging out of control Knocking down ornaments and mistletoe
All those hours and Saturdays worked And Jim from accounting, that tight-fisted jerk All of it worth it to see one accord And the beaming young faces of the viking horde © 2011 Chris TaylorAuthor's Note
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Added on September 26, 2011Last Updated on September 26, 2011 AuthorChris TaylorSioux Falls, SDAboutI am a writer, poet, musician of 30 years, husband, father and follower of the Most High God. I try to let my writing point the way back to a relationship with Jesus. When I am not writing I am probab.. more..Writing
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