We just got over Hallowe'en,
And what do you suppose,
Someone's looking for a poem,
Or maybe even prose.

It seems that Christmas must be planned,
A long time in advance,
And when you mention this to folk,
They give a look askance.

Did you know the Christmas song,
(a song that's very cool)
Was done in California,
While sitting by the pool.

So every year the ether sings,
With Christmas songs galore,
But did you know that they were done,
Oh, several months before.

So, Georgia is being smart,
She's keeping well ahead,
She's doing up the Christmas mag,
And putting it to bed.(newspaper slang, my Dear.)

So here am I, November two,
Trying  out my best,
Sitting here in panties,
And camisole for vest.

Trying to come up with verse,
That's in the proper mood,
Thinking now of Santa,
 And children very good.

I have to think of something,
To start my little rhyme,
Something soft and wistful,
To get you every time.

Now, wait, I think I've got it,
An idea comes to mind,
Something about Christmas eve,
And Santa being kind.

'Twas the night before Christmas,
And all through the house,
Nothing was stirring,
Not even a mouse."

No, that sounds too corny,
I'll tell you why,
No one would remember ,
In the sweet by and by.

So back to the drawing board,
In panties and hose,
Trying to think,
Though my mind is all froze.

Oh, please, oh please, Georgia,
Please won't you say,
"I need your poem, Janey,
On next New Years Day."

Janey Lang
2nd.Nov 1997.