A Christmas Poem. By Julia.

Ahem.

'Twas the week before Christmas,
and all 'round our house,
Every light was a-flashing,
scaring every neighbor mouse.

The songs were all tucked
in the computer with care,
causing all of the LEDs
to blaze with a flair.

And John in his sweatpants,
and I ready for a nap,
had just settled in
to watch the nightly flap.

The kids who should have been
all nestled in bed,
were dancing in the street
watching lights overhead.

The moon on the breast
of the newly-started show,
gave the luster of mid-day
to the objects below.

When out on the lawn
there arose such a clatter,
Julia sprang from the couch
to see what was the matter.

When to what did her wandering eyes
should appear,
but a glowing pink flamingo
beaming right back at her!

He was dressed all in pink
from his neck to his toes,
and perched on his head
were some Christmas clothes!

A little red hat
brimmed 'round with white fur,
was nestled on his head
where there should have been an ear.

I rushed to the window
and grabbed my iPhone,
to snap some pictures
of what John had done.

"It's PINKY!" I cried
as I pressed nose to the glass,
and wondered aloud
if I should take the pic with a flash.

His feathers, how pink!
His cord all plugged in!
He stood so proudly
wearing a big flamingo grin!

John closed the curtains
and said to his wife,
I zip-tied that bird
to the porch nice and tight.

So not one more word
about Pinky will I hear,
For he's attached to the show
and will be each year.

John says, "Every time a bell rings, a flamingo gets his wings!"
(They were stuck behind the bicycles in the garage.)

I do love my flamingo-illuminating hubby. Thanks, bun.