A Collection of Some of My Favorite Poems, Volume 2, Written by Dan Turner

Christmas Eve

Let it be known

That it was a quarter past eight

By the clock on the wall

And I was still working

In spite of it all.

The colored lights

Were still twinkling

On the tree by the door

And I have to admit

Staying was really a chore.

The rest of the crew

Had long since gone home

To loving family and friends

But I still sat at my desk

Trying to tie up many loose ends.

The mouse in the corner

Looked so tiny and sweet

As he was nibbling on fudge

Then to my wonder

I felt a slight nudge.

Then a shake and a laugh

From a boisterous gent.

But, alas, he was not at all jolly.

For he said with distain,

"This is the result of your folly."

"Instead of finishing your work

And heading back home.

Here you sit staring in space

With doodles and rhymes

In some imaginary place."

"I suppose you are right

This work should be done,"

I sighed with resign.

"But I promised I'd finish

And I will have it on time."

"No. I want you to go

Cause I don't want the town,

I honestly have to admit,

To think I am ole Scrooge

And you - Bob Cratchit."

I could see his concern

And his generous spirit

For me was for naught.

It was only about him

And what others thought.

But I thanked him politely

In spite of my thoughts.

I graciously gestured and spoke

"Thank you, sir, for your concern.

I'm sorry I'm not solid as an oak."

"No - you're certainly not

You drift and you dream

You doodle and you've sketched

And some of your ideas

Are pretty farfetched."

"But you give it your best

You are friendly and kind

And I believe this to be true

That I am truly blessed

To have an employee like you."

"Now get up, get your coat

Turn off the lights on the tree

With the switch on the wall.

And let's head on home.

Merry Christmas to all."