Going to Grandma’s for Christmas
A holiday poem in diminishing stanzas
Looking behind, I see trees
growing smaller as we go.
Birds are flying backwards
against fat drops of snow —
cardinals red as candy canes,
geese honking in disdain.
* * * * *
I’m bored — we’ve not come too far,
but Mum and Dad say stop:
“Stop kicking seats and pulling hair
and poking sister in the eye.”
(She deserved it, triple swear.)
* * * * *
Songs wail and bop with Santa,
tinny from seats in back,
and now the car is stopping, yay!
but it’s just to have a snack.
* * * * *
Grandma’s is still far away
and Christmas farther yet.
“No,” says Dad when I beg to play.
* * * * *
“Mum’s changing sister’s poopy pants.”
Fine, I’ll give this car trip one more chance —
* * * * *
I’m sad when… “Back in the car,” says Dad.
About the Creator
Alison McBain
Alison McBain writes fiction & poetry, edits & reviews books, and pens a webcomic called “Toddler Times.” In her free time, she drinks gallons of coffee & pretends to be a pool shark at her local pub. More: http://www.alisonmcbain.com/
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