Welcome to The Spot Writers. This month, the task is to use these words: hawk, fire, coal, biscuit, king. This week’s contribution comes from Cathy MacKenzie. https://www.amazon.com/Wolves-Dont-Knock-C-MacKenzie/dp/1927529387/
Cathy’s novel, WOLVES DON’T KNOCK, a psychological drama, is available from her locally or on Amazon.
MISTER WOLFE, the darkly dark (18+) sequel, is now available: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1927529689
MY BROTHER, THE WOLF, the last of the series, is scheduled for release in 2021.
“Christmas Eve—What If?” by Cathy MacKenzie
It’s Christmas Eve,
A time to cleave
To one another,
Warm our sister and brother
From snow and ice,
Share all that’s sweet and nice.
Santa comes to every house,
Creepily quiet like a mouse
But as eagle-eyed as a hawk
Almost as if he does stalk,
And if you’re a bad soul
He’ll leave a chunk of coal.
But no matter how bad you are
He expects you to dip into the jar
To find the biggest biscuit for him,
Add a glass of milk, preferably skim,
‘Cause Santa’s fat, you know,
And it’s hard plodding through snow.
He needs to diet but it’s hard
When he eats too much lard,
If he keeps up he’ll have a harder time
Next year, might not be able to climb
Up the chimney, and if he’s stuck
A match into the logs may be struck.
What’ll happen to the man in red
And his reindeer if he’s dead?
Will the elves deliver each gift
If they catch a hideous whiff
Of dying Santa stuck in the flue?
Will they be happy or blue?
Those elves are jealous
Despite being very zealous,
Always wished their employer
Would disappear into a foyer,
Perhaps find a different spouse
To live happily in another house.
They don’t wish Santa harm
For he’s full of charismatic charm
As everyone knows,
And even if the wind blows
He’s out on his sled
Flying high overhead.
Santa thinks once a year
That he’s a king so dear,
But we all know it’s Jesus
Who selflessly freed us,
Santa is but a fun fable
And luckily we’re able
To distinguish truth from wrong
And sing a Christmas song,
So on this holy night
Let’s keep Jesus in our sight
But still believe in the red-clothed man
Who non-believers wish to ban.
Oh holy night, let us all pray
For the sun to brighten the gray,
That the world can live in peace.
Whether the USA, Greece,
Canada, or lands far away
Let’s all watch for that sleigh.
It’ll be high in the sky,
And if we laugh or cry
Let’s all make a pact,
Whether fiction or fact,
To live in harmony and love
And believe in the white dove.
The Spot Writers—Our Members:
Val Muller: http://www.valmuller.com/blog/
Catherine A. MacKenzie: https://writingwicket.wordpress.com/wicker-chitter/
Phil Yeats: https://alankemisterauthor.wordpress.com
Chiara De Giorgi: https://chiaradegiorgi.blogspot.com/