Holiday Season is upon us!

It's amazing that next week is Thanksgiving and Christmas is nearly a month away. Time really does fly. With Christmas time nearing, Mom pulled one of her annoying request cards on me, YET again. Every once in a while she "commissions" a poem of me. It drives me batty, not cause I can't do it, I just don't like to be put on the spot. The one thing that I can not deny in my life is that the Lord has given me a talent to write, not that I use it like I probably should, but the talent is there. What I don't like is being expected to write something. It is why I never wanted to make a career out of writing. I want it to be something that is fun for me, not something I have to do. Who knows, maybe one day I'll have a best seller out there, but for now, I just enjoy writing when I want to.

So, as usual, when mom made the request, I got all huffy and gave some lame "I don't know...I guess...maybe" type of reply. That was a month or so ago, and as always, the poem is complete...but in my time...not hers! LOL!

Oh and don't get me wrong, I love my mom to death, there isn't a better mom out there in my opinion. And I have got to be honest, some of my best poetry has come at her request. Sigh...Mom's always know best, right!

Anyway, all that long spiel to introduce my Holiday Poem 2007. I hope you enjoy!

Take time!

Kat Mosher 2007

No time to write, no time to rhyme,

No time to create, there’s just no time.

So much to do from morn till night,

So much to think about, it can cause fright.

Holidays are here? When did that come about?

I should have months to figure it out?

I don’t? Oh great, just another worry.

I guess that means I’ll have to hurry.

Hurry to buy gifts and cards and wrap,

Hurry to the mall (You know that’s a trap):

“One Day Only” “Lowest prices of the year”

It’s enough to make a wallet shake in fear.

Then there’s the food. It’s more to plan,

More shopping to do with wallet in hand.

Turkey or steak? Ham or roast beef?

There’s so much to be done, and just no relief.

The decorations are another step, too.

So much to spend, so much to do.

And don’t forget that the tree must go up,

And ornaments and lights and all that stuff.

The lights alone can make you cry,

Didn’t they work last year? WHY, OH WHY!

I’ll spend hours looking for the bulb that broke?

Or spend money for new lights so I can go broke?

Are the cards filled out? Did I send them yet?

There’s so much to do, so much I could forget.

There’s people to write to and visit or call,

I don’t know how I’ll ever do it all.

I hurry all over to get everything done,

And forget that the holidays are meant to be fun.

I guess I should take time, and think this through,

I do want this year to be different…what to do?

I guess I should slow down, and not hurry,

Things will still get done. I shouldn’t worry.

My intentions are good, to make it a wonderful year,

But I miss the wonder, in the rush and fear.

What makes this season so special? One thought comes to mind,

It’s simple really. You may already know it, it’s “Time”.

Time spent with loved ones, who may need to know,

That they’re worth my time, and I love them so.

Time baking goodies to give to a friend,

Time is worth much more than money I spend.

Time sharing with others the truth of the season,

Time reminding myself that Jesus is the reason.

I don’t want this holiday season to pass by,

In a flurry of hurries, and worries and sighs.

So instead of rushing like I normally do,

I want to take time, and make a memory with you!