Thanks to a lot of random bloghopping, we’ve noticed a recent trend in the blogosphere that we promptly thought worthy of inflicting upon you. Plus, it coincides with the season and all that humbug. It is our discerning observation that posts being written lately can be classified into the following types —
- The ones trying to share the warm-and-fuzzies —
- “Oooh, looky at the houses and trees so full of lights! The world is happy and bright all around! I am toasting chestnuts over the fire even as I write this. Wheeee!”
- The ones retrospective and contemplative about the year gone by —
- “Another year passes us by and what have we learnt from it? Let us ponder for a moment on how we can make this world a better place ..” *solemn nod of head*
- The ones grumpy and detesting all humanity —
- “Ugh. I hate the holidays. Lovey-dovey couples under the mistletoe. Bleh. I want to strangle Santa with his fuzzy hat. I wish they’d all drown themselves in eggnog. Gaah!”
- The ones who just returned from watching Bluffmaster (2005) —
- “It rocks! Such awesome one-liners! AB looks soooo hot. Nana Patekar rules. And that song Right Here Right Now is so very cool. I can’t stop singing it!” *drool, sigh and other assorted expressions*
Anyhoo, as you can see, we’d be pretty lousy at these types of posts. Although that’s never stopped us from trying our hand at things, we won’t go there today. Instead we are sticking to what we do best. So here goes. A poem, slightly drunk on the holiday spirit that is around us. At least that’s our excuse for why it is so bad, so hush.
I sat down to write a post,
But I had nothing worthwhile to say.
What to do? I thought, and said,
Ooh, I’ll write a poem! Yay!
‘Tis that time of the year,
When snowflakes sparkle in the air,
A grouchy snowman sits out front,
Looking like he doesn’t care.
His carrot nose looks morose,
A shiny green candy-wrapper for hair,
An extra wide tire around his tummy,
And underwear he forgot to wear.
A million stars on a clear cold night,
And a million more in the trees.
But my warm comforter feels just right,
If I go outside, I’ll sure as hell, freeze.
The birds have stopped their twittering,
The leaves hide under the snow,
My pet spider has returned to his lair,
Till spring his face won’t show.
Now that we’ve babbled for a while,
We can get to the Hallmark-card crap,
We’re just gonna say it straight,
Tho’ Jr Bachchan would have sung it in rap.
From my warm home to all of yours,
Comes a wish full of holiday cheer,
Here’s hoping you all have a nice season,
And a Happy New Year!