Yules & Fools

On frozen days, playing outside
with snowball and fort and ice slide,
one pair of mittens
hurt like the Dickens
like bells on a horse drawn sleigh ride.

The hump-back of old Notre Dame
would ring them and call them by name.
But after awhile
in true Christmas style
those decked out would end up in pain.

Sore fingers and toes and both ears
would often go numb while they cheer
for tunes from above
which started with love
but ended in frostbite and tears.

So back home each child would tromp
and shake off the snow with a stomp
sip on PG Tips
to warm up the lips
and lament their next outdoor romp.

Loud ringing eventually stopped
and into warm beds they all plopped.
The aunties stood by
while uncles drank rye
so parents could shop til they dropped.

F. H. Lee

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