Hm. It looks like there's several tries at poetry. Here's another:
Appalachian Christmas with the Family
Away up here, the air is clean and frigid water runs
the stars are bright, the woods are still, we're Appalachians!
And one more time we congregate around our Mom and Dad
and reenact a holiday like ones that we once had.
We'll eat and drink and act like fools, the kids will blush and frown,
to get upon the Internet they'll have to go to town,
unless with this old dial-up rig they find they're satisfied
but hearing them you'd think they'd all just gone to hell and died.
Alas! They've gotten way too old to cry and shake with fear
when brother Tom gets out a gun to kill Santa's reindeer.
And though there was that longlost night when I had shot a doe
and hid her in the barn intact with just an hour to go,
my stock with wife and Mom and Dad then promptly hit rock bottom
when I stuck bells upon the thing to prove I'd finally got 'em.
"Not sure which one that I just shot, but Santa's got to walk!"
"Dear Tom," my lovely lady said, "let's have another talk"
My brothers rolled upon the ground; the kids were all a sob,
and Lady Bedlam hauled me off and slapped me in the gob.
Ah! how I miss those times of yore when kids were innocent,
and "Santy Claus" delivered goods when off to sleep they went,
and down the stairs they'd run to find if it was all a dream,
or if one of the brothers got him with an M16.
One year we'd planned to rent a sleigh with presents strewn around,
and Santa impaled with a Gerber face down on the ground,
but wives and moms have different ways and rarely they agree
with what seemed like a happy time for brothers, Dad and me.
With arms a-crossed and faces stern they frowned on what we'd planned,
"But dear, it's just an Army thing, you wouldn't understand"
"And neither will the kids, my love, it's cruel what you intended,
sometimes I think that you, your Dad and brothers are demented"
But now the years have all gone by, the kids are cynical
and we no longer have the power to scare them with pure bull
and so my brothers lie in wait with terrorism hid
and soon the time will come around that we will have grandkids.
Last night we stood around the stump beneath the midnight sky
with anvil and black powder and a sledgehammer to try
to be the first to fire a shot and make the mountains ring
just past the stroke of midnight then I gave a mighty swing
much like my old granddaddy or maybe even Thor
so sure I was that I'd be first to make an anvil roar
considering that few were left to shoot one off with me
but I was beaten to it, guess that I was number three.
So here we are with family, the morning's fairly clear
although it's shirt sleeve weather which is odd this time of year
today we'll have a major meal and trundle into town
and see if there is anyone we used to hang around
we'll likely get in trouble and I'm sure I'll act the fool
but it's to be expected in the 12 days of the Yule.
Soon enough I'll be upon a westward headed plane
and working for the MIC I'll soon be once again
but for a while that's all too short, too short by far for me
I'll be here near Toccoa with my whole damned family.
Merry Christmas, you all!
edit on 25-12-2013 by Bedlam because: (no reason given)