Swamped on Christmas-Eve

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic

It is Christmas-eve in the swamp and someone is walking through. What could happen?

Submitted: November 07, 2016

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Submitted: November 07, 2016



A trip through the swamp on Christmas Eve

Was not what I wanted to do

But the shortest way home was the way to go

After my day at Wal*Mart was through.


The swamp's not bad if you’re dressed for the walk

And I've dressed for the walk, nights and days.

It's our backyard and our fishing hole

That is often displayed in a foggy haze.


As I walked through the swamp, well after dark,

I heard some whimpering cries.

I peeked through the grass like a stealthy Ninja

And beheld a creature, (three-times my size!).


It was a Swamp-Thing, a beast of the wild,

But it was nothing like I'd never seen.

It was big and wet, with leathery skin,

And all of that skin was a swamp-slither green.


Maybe it's injured, was my very first thought,

So I watched, intently, for a very long while.

It had, in its hands, what looked like a book.

The thought of IT reading brought me a smile.


All of the sudden it disappeared

Into the water it faded from view.

So I snuck over there and grabbed the book.

Hay, I was curious! What would you do?


Well it wasn't a book, it was a Wal*Mart add

For Christmas Trees, and lights galore.

How did it come to this foggy swamp?

The wind must have brought it, for sure.


I racked my brain as to why IT was crying

And I looked at the add that was faded real bad,

When I looked around I knew in an instant

What was making the Swamp-Thing sad.


Off I went like a human torrent,

I gathered the kids, the wife, and stuff,

Then back to the swamp, we ran all the way

'cause walking just wasn't enough?


Well we hung stuff here and we nailed stuff there,

(The wife and the kids were having a ball!)

The kids did the low stuff; my wife did the middle,

And I worked on everything, way up tall.


After we finished we climbed up high

To a viewer's position so we could all see

And it wasn't long before Swamp-Thing appeared

To see all the handy-work, of this family.


IT sat on a log making all sorts of sounds

As IT watched the lights in their rainbows of color.

Then came the flickering from the solar array

Which burst into light shows, one after another.


That night was special and one to remember

Everyone watching each swamp lit tree;

Out in the swamp on Christmas Eve,

Just the Swamp-Thing, my family, and me.


D. Thurmond / JEF


Rew. 03-2018

© Copyright 2018 D. Thurmond, aka, JEF. All rights reserved.

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