Wednesday, December 22, 2010

'Twas the night before Christmas

A huge thank you to my good friend Marianne Binetti for allowing me to share this poem with you.

'Twas the week before Christmas and all through the yard
not a gift was given, not even a card.

The tools were all hung in the carport with care
with hopes that St. Nicholas soon would repair
the shovel with blade all rusty and cracked
the pitchfork still shiny but handle it lacked.

When out on my lawn, (its' brown and abused)
I could see poor old Santa looking confused.
No list had been left for Santa to see
no gardening gifts were under the tree.

But wait there's still time, it's not Christmas yet
and gardening gifts are the quickest to get

You can forget the silk tie, the fluffy new sweater
Give something to make the garden grow better.
Is she wants a gift shiny then don't be a fool;
its' not a dumb diamond, but a sparkling new tool!
If fragrance is listed you can forget French perfume.
It's a pile of manure that'll make gardeners swoon.

Give night crawlers, not nightgowns, the type of hose that gives water.
(Anything for the kitchen is not worth the bother).
Give a great gift that digs in the dirt,
it's better than any designer-brand shirt.

Now look quick at Santa, this guy's not so dumb.
Under his glove he hides a green thumb.
His knees are so dirty, his back how it aches
his boots stomp on slugs (he gives them no breaks).

The guy only works winter, you can surely see why,
the rest of the year it's a gardening high.
Elves plant in spring, pull weeds merrily all summer
in fall they all harvest but winter's a bummer.

And so Christmas gives Santa a part-time employment
'Till spring when the blooms are his real enjoyment.
So ask the big guy for garden gifts this year -
seeds, plants and tools, Santa holds them all dear.

You see malls may be crowded, vendors hawking their ware,
but visit a nursery, stress-free shopping is there.
Now Santa's flown off, to the nursery he goes,
and his voice fills the night with loud Hoe! Hoe! Hoes!

Wooden ornaments painted by yours truly
on a day when it was too wet to
play in the garden...

Merry Christmas everyone!

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