T’was the thirteenth day of December
And after our work was done,
Rosy, Gracie, and I played a game,
Long after the setting of the sun.
We pushed our squares in place,
Laughing when we made a mistake.
Tallied our points on a list –
But really playing for fun’s sake.
At last the hour began to grow late,
And the time came to retire for the night.
The game was finished up and put away,
Not even the box was left in sight.
To the KING be all the glory!
T’was the twelfth day of December
And I spent a rather late night,
Curled up with my cantankerous laptop,
Staring at it’s screen so bright.
Typing a little bit here,
Then glancing down at my phone.
For my movie played there steadily,
For my computer was cranky alone.
Consequently not much writing,
Flew from under my hands.
My fingers too often froze –
Which wasn’t set in my plans.
Now, it’s so late, I must stop,
Leave this novel for the morrow.
Oh – wait… I have a different deadline?
Can I just the rest of the night borrow?
To the KING be all the glory!
T’was the eleventh day of December
And I had discovered a new song.
Well, actually, I’d sung it before –
So that statement is kind of wrong.
But today was the day that I realized,
Just how much I really enjoyed,
This old carol that I’d recently learned,
And in singing, my voice had employed.
Sing We Now of Christmas.
T’was the name of the song I found.
If nothing else, I really like the tune,
It has such a lovely and haunting sound.
But then, there’s the words too.
I enjoy them – well the ones I’ve learned.
I’ve only memorized verse one so far.
The rest, so far, my memory has spurned.
But, I intend to rectify that later,
Maybe, just possibly tomorrow.
And if I find something I don’t like –
Well, that will be much to my sorrow.
But, unless that happens, this just might,
Make it on my list of favorites songs.
I plan to sing it over and again in coming days,
Imagining the music, complete with bells and gongs.
To the KING be all the glory!
T’was the tenth day of December
And the one-year-old crawled on a chair,
Curious as to the pretty plant,
Sitting on the table there.
Pulling herself to the edge,
She reached, if per adventure,
Her hand might brush the pretty leaves –
But she failed in her venture.
So, pushing up just once more,
Her hand, it caught just barely,
Her fingers closed on the branch –
And snapped it off quite squarely!
Now, there’s still some branches left,
But one is entirely gone.
It sits, instead, in a cup of water
To see how long it will continue on.
So, the lesson learned from today?
If you don’t want a plant explored,
Move it away from the little hands –
Or smile when curiosity knocks at their door.
To the KING be all the glory!
T’was the ninth of December
And I honestly couldn’t think,
Of a single rhyme to write,
That didn’t make me blink.
All the rhymes I thought of,
Were silly at their best.
Head shaking worthy at their worst –
Not one could pass the test!
So, here’s my contribution,
To this night of mournful lack.
‘Tis short and strange – but it rhymes –
And off to bed, I’m going to pack.
Hopefully tomorrow will see,
My brain’s computer going again.
But for now, this is all I have…
So, good-night and farewell until then!
To the KING be all the glory!