'Twas the season of goblins, of witches and ghosts,
Of pumpkins and spiderwebs, what we love most.
I decorated the house for Halloween with glee,
But the internet whispered, "Christmas, come to me!"
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In the midst of my spooky, eerie delight,
Mariah Carey sang, "You're in my sight!"
"All I Want for Christmas," she belted with cheer,
While I clung to my jack-o'-lantern, trembling with fear.
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White Christmas by Bing Crosby, snow-covered and sweet,
Made me long for candy canes, under the tree so neat.
Wham's "Last Christmas," although my favourite tune,
Felt out of place beneath October's moon.
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Oh, how I adore Christmas, it's true,
But can't we give Halloween its rightful due?
Monster Mash, though not quite as jolly and bright,
Deserves some love in these chilly October nights.
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So, I ask with a grin, as I carve my pumpkin's face,
Why's Christmas in October, trying to win the race?
Let's savour each season, in its own perfect way,
Before Rudolph and Santa lead the holiday parade.
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Comments (3)
The poem is well-written and easy to read.
Lol, if that ain't what's always happening. Loved your poem!
Too real! Like I love Christmas, but I'd like to enjoy Halloween first and not see the Christmas decorations already hitting the shelves!