HER STORY (IN PRAISE OF COLDER WOMEN)


Patiently she waits.
She knows I planned on going out;
I do every year. And it is here
that she waits. Her eyes still
twinkle after all this time
and I’m sure her smile will await me,
when I’m done globe trotting.
It’s not suspicion that keeps her
planted by the hearth; where else on earth
would she rather be? It keeps her as warm
as a big cozy hug, toasting her frigid toes
and melting her heart for my return.
The logs burn, and I yearn for my traveling
to cease and desist this all night party.
This North Pole girl is hearty; she loves the cold
and this Jolly Old Man, doing all she can
to keep me in this Christmas game.
She’s my missus; she call me Mr. “C”.
But to me, she gives my heart pause.
And it’s all because…I am Santa Claus.

9 thoughts on “HER STORY (IN PRAISE OF COLDER WOMEN)

  1. Henreitta Katie Choplin

    11/29/11: “Good Morning, Good Night”: …………..OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  2. Henreitta Katie Choplin

    11/30/11, am: So sweet, firey, and then tender……………………..mmmmmmmmm…………………………!

  3. Henreitta Katie Choplin

    11/30/11: “SISYPHUS SHRUGGED”: ………you are definitely not alone in this struggle (for me, it’s scary, sometimes); however, “…Faith, Hope, Love…the greatest of these is Love…”

  4. Henreitta Katie Choplin

    12/3/11, am: Oh!!! Just received RLB’s Haiku form challenge from yesterday; I loved yours, Walt, especially the tender ones!

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