Posted for a variety of prompts:
Café Writing (Poetry)
Camera Critters (photo/s)
Easy Street Prompts (“convicted killjoy,” “the oyster man” or “skin deep")
Meme Express (Simply Snickers)
Photo Hunt (#139 – “breakfast”)
Saturday Scribes (“anathema,” “epitome” and “denouement”)
Scenic Sunday (photo/s)
Seek the Lord Sunday (“wanting more”)
Simply Snickers (“smock,” “splendor” and “stoic”)
Sunday Scribblings (“tradition”)
Today’s Flowers (photo/s)
Weekend Wordsmith (“faded”)
Word Beads (“accrue,” “reselect,” “advantage,” “phylum” and “travesty”)
Wordless Wednesday – Everyday (photo/s)
Writer’s Island (“if only”)
Got Holiday Spirit?
Tradition dictates shopping lists
And Christmas cards, sealed with a kiss.
If only faded splendor could
Light meanings yet misunderstood.
My tale of travesty and woe
Began about two weeks ago.
With coupons, discounts to accrue,
I knew what gifts I must pursue.
I grabbed my breakfast in a bag
To make the mall, despite defrag –
Epitome of Advent time,
The denouement: a callous crime.
A stoic Santa held the door,
Donations, coinage to implore.
Frustrated phylums filed by;
He clinked his bucket with a sigh.
I sprinted crowded aisles fast
To load the shopping cart at last,
Then reselected checkout lane
To take advantage of terrain.
Then, all at once, as if by trick,
My cart was bumped by no St. Nick.
A sneering sort of surly sort
Cut in my line, that spoiled sport.
The cashier tugged her tagged smock,
And anxiously, she eyed the clock.
“Convicted killjoy – aisle one,
Anathema to Yuletide fun.”
With Christmas spirit like to flee,
I tried to greet her merrily.
The other customers in line
Were nodding sadly in resign.
At last, I hefted my own sack
And left the shop, no turning back.
I pondered my completed chore,
That left me somehow wanting more.
For what is Christmas, but a time
To recognize the King Divine?
No nasty nincompoop’s display
Will ruin happy holiday.