A Sister Christmas

T'was the night before Christmas
and Sisters around the globe

Sat and lamented the fate

Of their tremendous load …

Bills and short change,

Silly men and their war games,

And Christmas just seemed

To bring more of the same!

And all they had going for them

Were fantasies of Hollywood Treasures:

Smoldering eyes, honey or chocolate-touched skin

Perhaps six feet or more for good measure.

When wonders of wonder,

But who should appear?

It was a little brown man

Pulled by eight tiny reindeer.

He jumped down from his sleigh

And landed with a thud.

He wiped off all the soot

And removed all the mud.

Then he lay down his bag

That was filled to the brim

With gifts and fine things

That were given to him …

For the Sisters of the world

Who had lost all their joy,

This bag had the stuff, girls,

This bag had the toys!

And wondrous gifts

Did we finally behold

‘Cuz inside that bag –

Girlfriends, I tell ya, was gold!

From his bag his plucked wisdom

And then added some style ~

And the deeper he dug,

It got wild, simply wild!

And added to the fray,

And gift wrapped real tight,

Was a New Attitude and

Past Wrongs made Right.

And last, but not least,

Included in this radiance,

Was Spirit and Hope

And a dash of Divine Guidance.

And so as the story goes

With no second guessing,

We were left with a

Lifetime of Strength

- A Basketful of Blessings!

And I, growing wiser,

Watched as he flew out of sight

With a Merry Christmas to each of Us

And to All a Good Life!

PK McCary, Copyright 1993

To the sisters of the world, from the tapestry of ethnicities, faiths, and across the Globe, I'm offering a most blessed season of seasons and a wonderfully exciting New Year!!