Thursday, December 15, 2011

CHRISTMAS IN ARIZONA

A few years ago I organized a party for 60 women and wrote this poem to put on their plates.


CHRISTMAS IN ARIZONA

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the town,
No noses were frozen no snow fluttered down.
No children in flannels were tucked into bed,
They all wore their shorty pajamas instead.

To find pretty cactus was not very hard,
For cactus plants sprouted right in the back yard.
In front of the houses were daddies and moms,
Admiring the bushes and the all the royal palms.

The slumbering kiddies were dreaming in glee,
And hoped they'd find IPads under the tree.
They all knew that Santa was well on his way,
In a Mercedes Benz instead of a sleigh.

And soon he arrived and started to work,
He hadn't a second to linger or shirk.
He whizzed over highways and zoomed up the roads,
In a shiny new sports car delivering his loads.

The desert moon gave the city a glow,
And lighted the way for Santa below.
As he jumped from the auto, he gave a wee chuckle,
He was dressed in his shorts with a "Go Phoenix" buckle.

There weren't any chimneys but that caused no gloom,
Santa came in through the Arizona room.
He stopped at each house but stayed only a minute,
And emptied his sack of the stuff that was in it.

Before he departed he treated himself,
To a big margarita that was left on the shelf.
Then he turned with a jerk and bounced back to his car,
Remembering he still had to go very far.

He shifted the gears and stepped on the gas,
And away up I-10 he went with a flash.
And I heard him exclaim as he went on his way,
Merry Christmas Arizona, I wish I could stay.

This is Booboo last year.  His last Christmas.  This is the first Christmas in 30 years that I haven't had a cat helping me put up the tree and wrapping presents. Booboo liked chewing on the branches of the tree and batting at the balls on the tree.  I always put a couple plastic ones on the bottom just for him.

Merry Christmas, Booboo, Pico, Molly and Yoyo, hope you get lots of catnip.
Guess you can tell I'm having a Christmas Cat Day.




2 comments:

Lupe Meter said...

Cute poem, Bonnie! So very sad that BooBoo isn't here to help you set up your tree this year, though I am sure he is having a ball waiting for you at Rainbow Bridge with the rest of our beloved pets! ((HUGS))

Linda K. said...

Wow, that poem must have been a lot of work! You did a fabulous job on it. Booboo is there--you just can't see him this year.