What are You Doing Christmas Day?

A super sappy, nervous, romantic poem about spending the day with the person you like on Christmas.

I-I don't know how to start.

All of my words seem forced, and the sheer exhaustion of asking you one tiny question

is pulling my lips towards the ground.

I'-I'm so nervous, but that's my part.

All of my hard work, and the countless and endless and futile lessons

and still no words can be found.

It-it's difficult to express these feelings.

This wonder I have when I think of the way you look in my direction and I'm lost and found

I have nothing I can say.

I-I can tell you see my heartstrings.

You're pulling them this way and that, and I just want to say these words and make a sound

What are you doing Christmas Day?

For I have made the bed and cleaned the floor

and I want to cook you your favorite food

and light candles that smell to you like happiness

I want to hear your knuckles rapping and meet you at the door

and I want to play simple melodies to set a peaceful mood

but most of all I want to feel the warmth of your sweet caress.

We can take it fast or we can take it slow

I can kiss you lightly or with passion you don't remember

We can sit chastely on the couch or I can show you to the bed.

Just in case, I bought some mistletoe

If you wanted that perfect moment that only happens in December

I want to kiss you so sweetly and softly that your cheeks turn red.

And then we can just walk, because they say it's a white Christmas

I'll put hot cocoa in a thermos and wrap a blanket around your shoulders

and the moon will be out and shining upon us and giving us direction.

And we'll sit down on a bench somewhere, so I can shower you with kisses.

The sweet taste of chocolate on our breath as the night steadily gets colder

and then I'll take you home, with a last kiss at the door, and a thanks for your perfection.

Reviews

[Wolfwind]

I loved how this came across! I would love to see the performed on stage in the way of a one person scene or monologue! I could just envision the woman biting her nails, pulling at her hair and nervously flicking her eyes left and right, hoping the door bell doesn't ring, because then what ever is in her head has to come out and be dealt with, no more thinking. I could see how the flow would go.

Awesome Ink!
Aaron

[Mylifeinheartbeats]

I could record it for Youtube, if you'd like to see that. :D

[Wolfwind]

That would be awesome! =D

[Mylifeinheartbeats]

Haha okay. I don't have a stage, and I may be sitting down, but I'll do that and upload it pretty quick here.

[Mylifeinheartbeats]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ynh7WUdjHDg&feature=youtu.be

[soliloquy]

My goodness......this is incredibly sweet. I am impressed with the romantic tone but its not sappy at all. Its just delicious!

[Mylifeinheartbeats]

It's funny, because I've been going through a romantic phase, and I see myself as way too sappy and hopelessly romantic, and other people have said, like you, that it's not sappy, and that it's also believable and real. Maybe I should write a book about love. :P Thank you!

[soliloquy]

I believe you could. :0)

[Mylifeinheartbeats]

Well, thank you! I'm currently in the middle of a book that involves love, but isn't a romance.

[soliloquy]

Me too! Mine is about a kidnapping that turns into something very different.