Procrastination

The star is falling off my tree, and half my lights are lit.
The wind destroyed my outdoor decor, it really took a hit.
A stack of Christmas cards awaits, perhaps to send next year?  
Though I could start addressing them, with perhaps a glass of cheer?

Alas, I’d rather write a poem, an ode to this crazy time.
It’s way more fun to sit and ponder, finding words to rhyme.
The cooking and that cleaning?  It can all be done tomorrow.
Oops!  I need some crockpots, I know just whose to borrow!

Maybe I’ll just make a list of what needs to be done,
It will feel productive and sounds like much more fun. 
Christmas nears and so do fears that I will miss a beat.
It’s time to focus on the peace, let worries take a back seat.

And so I’ll put my jammies on, watch the football game.
Take a break and check my mail, just do something lame.
In the end it all works out, on that my hope depends!
Of course, I couldn’t do it without the help of family and friends.