Rocking to Sleep
I’m thankful to my wife
For the life we’ve co created,
For the children she sedated
Last night while I had a turn sleeping.
She was busy keeping
The rocker rocking,
Quietly talking
Our children back to whispered dreams.
Rocking to Sleep
I’m thankful to my wife
For the life we’ve co created,
For the children she sedated
Last night while I had a turn sleeping.
She was busy keeping
The rocker rocking,
Quietly talking
Our children back to whispered dreams.
Joseph and the Manger
Secure and pure.
Jesus slept tightly curled
In the arms of his mother
While Joseph rigged a stranger
Crib than any other
For the savior of the world.
The Gift of Gloves
Because your subconscious loves
To lose a glove and ruin a pair.
I got you eight identical gloves
So you’ll have gloves to spare.
Paper-Tube Band
Our what-ifs are now little whos
With thoughts that confuse
Me and my wife, who try to understand
Everything they’re saying
While we’re playing
In their paper-tube band.
Christmas Eve Eve
It’s Christmas Eve Eve and people are taking off early
Because they know that they will surely
See that perfect gift if they simply sift
Through enough stores and find
A gift that’s not yet come to mind.
That special someone needs something
And maybe commercialism will bring
Some brand new product to light ,
Put a perfect gift in sight.
I’m hoping that’s the case
Or tomorrow’s local race
Will be like the Michigan Mile, derby style.
I’ll be joined by all of those
Fellow citizens that chose
Christmas Eve to go shopping with me,
Risking a Christmas Eve injury.
Waiting for Big Ideas
I’m waiting for it, twiddling each thumb
Waiting for an idea to come
But not just something small,
A big idea that I can call
My own thing
That thing that I bring to the table
Out of a fable and into reality
Though the truth might be
That I’m not doing anything
That will actually bring
Something like that into fruition
Because my thumbs rotate in position
Until I have another great thought.
I wouldn’t want to be caught
Thinking something dumb.
So I’m waiting for it, twiddling each thumb,
Waiting for an idea to come.
Wrapping Presents with Eyelids
Whether it’s a box, or a ball
Something big, or something small,
Efficiency and creativity mesh
Inside a small square-inch of flesh.
There’s no need to cut paper in straight lines or fold neatly
When eyelids redefine completely
How easy it is to wrap a gift,
And they simply unwrap with a lift.
There’s no need for excess tape or
Any expensive paper.
It’s really not too spendy
To be this eco friendly.
We should call it going green
Or brown, or blue, I mean
Whatever’s the color or their eyes
When they open their surprise.
You can even double wrap with hands,
If the person understands
That anticipation lingers
When they don’t peak through their fingers.
But Be wary of those views and peek-a-boos
That seek to lose
The surprise that lies
Opposite their eyes.
Vacancy Signs
A couple thousand years a go
There was a pregnant woman, nine months along.
She carried the savior of the world and so
Joseph thought it would be wrong
To stay in a barn all night.
He tried every Inn in sight
In hopes that he might
Find something a little more “right”
Than out in the barn hitting the hay.
Where the animals lay.
But truth is it was fitting the way
Jesus entered the world that night
‘Cause what a horrible sight
It would be if I had to see
Little inn scenes every year
With glowing neon lines
Of vacancy signs.
…But I suppose we should wear those
As we’re staring, preparing the manger scenes
Lining up kings and things.
We should have big old letters across our hearts
Reading “Vacancy” to say that He
Can come in now.
To say, I’ve cleared you a place
My heart now has a space
That you can take and make your own.
Pardon the mess. I’ve been living alone.
Avoiding Ice-prints
My footsteps are guided by the fact that I’ll shovel the snow
And I’ll be the one who will have to go
Outside to clear away
The snow today.
So after walking down to get a picture of falling snowy whites
On my house with lights,
I pause and take a look
At the steps I took.
Then take the same path back to the warm inside
Having at least tried
To avoid populating ice-prints
On the driveway since
I’ll be the one that will have to go
And shovel the ice-prints off with the snow.