Kyle's "Seussical" Christmas Poem December 2007

by Sue Sokoff

It's the holiday season

It's hard to understand the reason

Why all the girls and boys

Are here full of noise

There's gramps and giddy grammie

I don't care that I'm still in my polka dot pajammie

There's Jolly Joe and Persnickety Pru

All with something festive to do

Don't come in this house

Echoing Edna from Taos

And talk too loud

This year not allowed!

Though I love to watch the blinking Christmas lights

And listen to the crackling o'paper delights

The smell of the Turkey and the clam stuffing bake

Is mongo more than I can take

Don't mind me if I eat my spaghetti, Busy-Body-Betty

It's Christmas, no time to be petty

And excuse me for feeling buggy if I sit too long

If I'm gone in 5 minutes, there's nothing wrong

What's with all the touching, hugs and kisses?

Do you think running from Grabby-Gladys leaves fond reminisces?

I guess the best of it I'll try to make

By dashing to mom's big chocolate cake

This present thing is cool

Mom's soft sweater o'wool

And dad's bird chirping clock

I love my shiny emery rock!

I don't get this riot

Would you all kindly be more quiet?

I dare not be rude

Or have a bad attitude

With so many voices

Leaves me with no more choices

But retreat to my room, my quiet place

To give me my own quiet space

And get away from all the commotion

Now there's a good notion

Relax, maybe rock or stim

Oh no, there in my chair sits Jiggly-Jim!