At first I wasn't sure what I was listening to, if anything at all
but as I moved a little closer, sure enough she was singing
The Christmas branches hummed and the tinsel drummed
and the figurines beneath the tree gave sighs of sweet relief
At first I wasn't keen on a bauble that could sing a Xmas song
I had failed to read the fine print ,yes the box had clearly stated
"no batteries required" so I figured she was just a bauble
like the other ones I tucked away each year, oh but she was not
Every time the spruce was lit she'd light up like a Christmas tree
and with her acapella voice she'd sing me my favorite song;
"Oh Silent Night" was pure delight to hear with Christlike cheer
each time my bauble-een sang up, it was a living Holy dream
At first I wasn't sure I wanted a bauble that was so socialistic
but as she sang my worries disappeared as I turned idealistic
she brought me such joy and taught me how to be altruistic
in a world so mundane she was an exceptional bauble- Mystic
So it was no surprise that at the end of the season I kept her
safe in my trinket box, where the rest of the year waited
for the uplift of Christmas again. He is my Lord and my Savior
he made the music and bauble, made me creative and free
Today I am glad I own such a bauble, I listen without squabble
and thank God for creating her and I thank God that she's able.
This was refreshing. The concept, content, and subtext, are uniquely you, V. Your imagery once again would (IMO)be great animated. Enjoyed this. Peace... r
By this poem you have hit upon a gold mine. What a fabulous idea! All you have to do is get some Silicon Valley geek to help you create the rechargeable battery and speakers, circuit, etc. and get it patented, and then go to the Shark Tank where I'm sure you will get the necessary funding to ramp up for Christmas in July. Once you go on shop TV with your great little music box, you will not only be famous but rake in the dough. Much better idea than the parakeet I once heard that sang… "Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb… It's fleece was white as Christmas, mas, mas…"
Don't mind me, I'm just an old Scrooge, but if that was mine, it would be kept in storage until Dec. 24th. I got burned out on Christmas music years ago. I've always thought Christmas music should be played the day before Christmas, and on Christmas day, and then forgotten for a year. But your poem was an enjoyable read.
It is true how a little bauble such as you describe in this delightful poem can bring joy to the heart, especially during the holiday season. We do need more of that. Utterly charming.
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Ron
Wonderful poem to read! Thank you, Vienna!
Sandie