Monday, November 26, 2018

The Christmas Accordion: The Story of a Holiday Melodeon

The Christmas Accordion has magic in its notes.
It makes you think of merriment and happiness floats.
The melodeon is a squeezebox with a secret inside. 
It holds music and melodies and brings the Yuletide. 
The concertina is a symphony you hold upon your lap
When you’ve just settled down for a short winter’s nap. 
It only plays Christmas songs, not a note of May or June. 
The stomach Steinway has a song vault that’s always in tune.
So wind up the box, and see what it plays for you. 
It will pick your holiday song, a song that’s bright and true. 
It’s almost as a fortune of old mysteries from the deep. 
The songs are something that the Accordion couldn’t keep. 
Now sit by the fireside and instead of a Christmas chat,
Expect a song from heaven with musicality that’s pat. 
You might even see the notes linger from the box. 
Catch them if you can, like a little sly silver fox. 
The songs will make you sing ‘till you can sing no more,
Make you dance ‘till you scratch your shiny kitchen floor. 
It always plays the song that you need at the time,
Giving you Christmas gifts that are like a brilliant chime. 
Then your heart becomes an accordion just like the instrument
And your life becomes the world’s most precious ornament. 
All because you squeezed room for Christmas chorus reeds
With lots of love and light and a season of very good deeds.  

Copyright 2019 Jennifer Waters

Wednesday, November 21, 2018

Little Christmas: The Story of an Irish Mouse with a Big Heart

If you need a little Christmas inside your dreary house, 
Then you might need nothing more than a cheery mouse.  
Little Christmas is a Godsend on a stormy winter’s day. 
He has a big heart and always has something good to say. 
With an Irish accent, he carries luck inside his vest.
A three-leaf clover behind his ear brings some extra zest. 
He can sneak inside your stocking above your fireplace
And sprinkle cinnamon in your cider with a lot of grace.
He can snuggle on your shoulder, then slip into your shirt,
And sing carols right on key as he cooks a sweet dessert. 
Almost like a Wise Man with epiphany in his soul, 
He comes bearing gifts instead of ugly bags of coal.
So before you turn away a new friend with a tail, 
Welcome him in your home, and merry will prevail. 

Copyright 2019 Jennifer Waters