Poem - The Grand Yuletide Caper

Post date: Dec 29, 2012 8:46:5 PM

by Lina Willowwood 

The Grand Yuletide Caper 

A time fer joy and merry moods 

A clear and frosty winter day 

With snowy crystals in the air

When we will all go out ter play

No finer time fer children small

No finer day ter run ahead

Ter pat some snow into a ball

And throw it at yer best friend’s head!

But there is one who walks alone

Who never comes ter laugh and play

A lad with ragged and dirty clothes

His family is poor, they say

His hands are blue from winter cold

A hungry look is in his eyes

And when the others eat their food

He turns away and softly cries

A silence falls upon the fields

The children hang their heads with shame

Them never met the lad with smiles

Them never called him by his name

And up ahead them days of yule

With garments new, with food and toys

How long them days would be fer one

Who never ever saw such joys?

But even minds of hobbits small

Are home ter thoughts both sweet and grand

The children huddle by the fire

Then draw up an impressive plan

They’ll run fer home and get their toys

They’ll raid them pies that stand ter cool

They’ll find the brightest clothes they have

And give the lad a lovely yule!

But there’s a danger to their plan

A thing ter overcome tonight

Their parents surely won’t agree

Ter do what children think is right

The dog agrees ter help them out

Ter lure them grownups far away

He barks and yells and nips their heels

“There’s goblins, fire and disarray!”

It works! Their parents storm ahead!

And so the children go ter work

They enter all their homes with sacks

And well inside them go berserk

With ladders, ropes and sturdy chairs

Them even reach the highest shelves

Where food and clothes and presents dear

Are hid from children like themselves

A sleigh is dragged into the yard

It’s filled with sacks and crates of food

A pony comes ter help them out

It must have felt that yuletide mood!

With lanterns lit and cowbells near

The children hop into the sleigh

Through laughter, song and merriment

The pony hauls them all away

A cold and murky hobbit hole

Where joy has rarely been around

A family stares into the night

When startled by the strangest sound

A merry song and jingly bells

A lot of knocks upon their door

A stream of children flows inside

And sacks are emptied on the floor

The family that once was poor

Are met with riches, joy and song

But grander still than presents now

A sense that even they belong

But oh, a bark outside the door

And stomps of tired grownup feet

The children stop and swallow hard

Their parent’s wrath they now would meet

With hanging heads and trembling lips

The children must confess their crimes

Their parents shake their heads and sigh

Then laugh and join the happy times

“We’re proud of yer, our rascals dear”

“Yer shown us what is right and good”

“Ter care fer others during yule”

“Ter share yer riches, clothes and food”

The stove is lit, the brandy served

The food is shared by all inside

The toys are played with all night long

The clothes are worn with newfound pride

No grander feast was ever seen

No presents ever felt so dear

No lonely more the lad would feel

Embraced by yule and hobbit cheer

(performed in the Winter Poetry Competition)