Wednesday, December 17, 2014

An Early Lesson

Pediatricians smartened up
From when my kids were small,
'Cause now they're not the reason
Why their patients start to bawl.

They still do the examining,
Connecting all the dots,
But leave it to the nurses
To administer the shots.

It works with babes and toddlers
But as kids wise up with age,
They'll figure out the doc should be
The target of their rage.

A lesson to be learned, perhaps,
For bosses have the perk
Of letting all the underlings
Perform their dirty work!

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Holiday Music

When Christmas music blasts in stores,
It jangles all my nerves.
I really do not understand
The purpose that it serves.

Such gaiety seems forced and fake,
Especially to me,
‘Cause I’m not one to celebrate
With wreath or Christmas tree.

But recently inside a shop
The dreidel song did blare.
You’d think I’d be excited
By a happening so rare.

However, you’d be wrong
For the reaction that I had
Was that songs of Chanukah, in stores,
Sound equally as bad!

Monday, December 15, 2014

Wrapping Paper

My husband doesn’t get the point
Of wrapping up a gift.
His reasons aren’t mainly ones
That have to do with thrift.

He thinks it’s just a bother.
First, the paper must be bought;
Then measured, cut and folded if
A winning outcome’s sought.

It’s time consuming and, of course,
It doesn’t last too long,
For daintily removing wrapping paper
Just seems wrong.

Yet the wrapping on a present
Gives the heart a little lift
And the fun of ripping paper off
Is equal to the gift.

Sunday, December 14, 2014


It sneaks up when you're unprepared
And pulls the rug from under,
Full knowing you would not have dared
To fight to save your thunder.

For, unlike fog, with cat-like feet,
Exhaustion isn't fleeting.
When age and too much action meet,
It could be self-defeating.

A younger soul than I might last
Until that fog has lifted,
But time's been moving much too fast;
The balance might have shifted.

Saturday, December 13, 2014

The Off-Season

If you ever need a reason
To go someplace out of season,
I’ll supply a few and you can have your pick.
Traffic’s almost non-existent
But if you are still resistant,
Here’s another reason that might do the trick.

Crowds are somewhere else a’swarming
So while others are conforming
You’ll have sidewalks to yourself to stroll and browse.
You can park without compunction
For the cops would rather function
When the masses challenge what the law allows.

Since off-season, stores are closing,
You’ll save money, I’m supposing,
Though perhaps you’d wish that there were more to buy;
But you’ll spend your day relaxing.
Stress will wane instead of waxing.
If you’ve never done it, now’s the time to try!

Friday, December 12, 2014

Catching Up

Put your jet lag on hold.
Start perusing the mail,
Or chaos on counters
And shelves will prevail.

Trash those emails you’ve read;
Fill the fridge with some food.
Make some phone calls no matter
If you’re in the mood.

Then proceed to unpack.
Throw the clothes in the wash.
If you yearn for a nap,
All those thoughts you must quash.

For it’s time to catch up.
Your vacation is done
And it’s back to reality,
Minus the fun.

Keep on pushing yourself
Or you’ll run out of steam.
Were you really away?
Man, it seems like a dream.

Thursday, December 11, 2014


The first flight left on time
And landed at the proper gate,
But someone took its parking place
And so we had to wait.

We didn't have a lot of time
For our connecting flight
And heavy rain just added to
Our still unfolding plight.

The pilot taxied 'til he found
A place to park the jet. 
We had to dash to buses,
So we all got soaking wet.

We found the listing for our flight,
Most likely fully boarded
And ran to get our passports stamped;
Impatience still rewarded.

With twenty minutes 'til our plane
Would take off to the skies,
We raced full speed, most grateful
That we're fit from exercise.

We made the flight with minutes left
Until they shut the door,
A closer call than any other
That we've had before.

We caught our breath, sat down and smiled,
Our peace of mind restored
Except for one small worry -
Did our luggage get on board?

(P.S. I wish it weren't so.
Alas, the answer turned out No!)