Traditional; December 20 2023
Alright, my tree is up, the stockings are on the walls, and I’ve watched two different versions of A Christmas Carol. The cats are wrestling in front of the menorah, which isn’t being lit right now for the obvious reason, which is that Hanukkah has already passed. Still, it’s officially the holidays.
I mean, not for essential workers, or exploited minimum wage employees, and my kid has a few more days of school, but. You know. Other than that, it’s the holidays!
There are one or two traditions I have – recipes, certain ornaments, particular Christmas movies. I’m hoping to come up with more that I can do with my kid, so if you have any fun traditions in mind, drop a comment below!
Today I really wanted to share the poem I wrote and was published by the (sadly, now no longer running) magazine called ‘Spoonie Press’. It’s kind of in honour of the stress you might be feeling, with all the social obligations.
It’s called ‘Make a List’.
Make a List
Item one:
Make the list
But before you do, organize your thoughts
Put them to bullet points
Lest you forget what you wanted to write to begin with
What were you listing?
Best review.
Item two:
Sort out those randomized thought patterns
But you can’t do that
Until you’ve finished item one
So let’s backtrack
What was it? Let’s see…
To item three:
Did you remember to eat?
No wonder you’re dizzy –
Let’s put that on the list.
So start at one,
No, wait – point five.
Find yourself a pen.
You have paper, don’t you?
You need something to write on, or
Item four:
Open your laptop,
Boot it up.
Does it need to restart?
You’ve been putting off that update
You’ll have to get to that, maybe before making your list
Except that’s item one
So you’ve got a dilemma ahead of you:
You can’t break the order.
It’s carved in iron
Even before you’ve put the words down.
It’s the most frustrating part of being alive
Item five:
Reassess your priorities
But isn’t that what the list is for?
Back to the pen, then
So now you can fix
Item six:
Take stock of your needs,
Obligations,
Your wants.
What were they?
Your hollow stomach burns.
Your bursting bladder aches.
The seconds tick-click on but you can’t find a clock
Where’s your phone?
You should find that.
Then all will align,
Through items seven, eight, nine:
Cry.
This aggravation’s attached to your ankles
Your wrists
Dragging you to the floor
Immobilizing
And it would all be so much easier
If you could just put it all in order
Get everything straight
So let’s make a list.
Item one:
I hope your holidays are as stress-free as possible!