Last year I put up my Christmas tree on Halloween. I’ve always been more of a fake tree kind of girl. Easy, low-maintenance, and more conducive to my
laziness habit of leaving the tree up until Valentine’s Day. My mom always had a fake one, too. They’re just bigger and fuller looking.
Anyway, I am getting antsy for the holidays, so I decided to take some time today to revisit a poem I wrote in junior year of college. It’s a modified villanelle. If you don’t know what a villanelle is, educate yourself here.
and shiny ornaments that reflect the light
from the blinking bulbs on the Christmas tree,
in front of the fire that burns hot
on frost nipped fingers and wiggling toes
and dreaming about everything Santa might bring
While Sinatra sings, “…merry and bright…”
and steaming hot chocolate with marshmallows as white
and the blinking bulbs on the Christmas tree,
Because Christmas means red and green
and light bulbs blinking on the Christmas tree.