My musings this week lead me to write my first Christmas poem.  The ending is a little week and the poem is still a work in progress. I hope you enjoy it and I welcome your feedback.

Cheers,
Dan

‘Twas the month before Christmas

Grammas and grandpas, uncles and aunts were planning with glee

Christmas gifts for under the tree

Skates for Suzie

An e-book for Ned

A dolly for Tasha

Maybe a tablet instead

Parcels were packed

Cards were signed

And Monday morning they woke to find

Their gift sending in a bind

No mail was moving

Not even an inch

The mail was frozen like the heart of a Grinch

The mail would not move by foot or by car

Not by plane or by train

Not by truck or by bike

The posties were on strike

They cried for benefits

For hours and pay

And in the warehouse the mail would stay

Until they got their way

A ruling was made up on the hill

To work the posties must go

So to work they show but ever so slow

No smaller do the mountains of parcels grow

Now brothers in arms

Block the way

Continuing the delay

The unions are holding our nation at bay

Caring not for sobs and sighs

Or the little one’s cries

Ruining Christmas for those far away

Alas what a sad day