Harry's Christmas Lament

Was the night before Christmas and Harry was dreaming...

Of days when the bells round his neck were not streaming.

The upheaval was gradual, his mom took it slow...

It was a while before even outside they would go.

It's not that Harry truly even seemed to mind...

It's just that the squirrels were so terribly unkind.

Still it could've been worse, it's not as bad as all that...

At least he wasn't wearing a big angry bird hat.

Oh.

If Harry was able, if Harry could talk...

He'd thank you for coming along on our walk.

Each twig, leaf and feather - spring summer and fall...

Was meant to be enjoyed by one and by all.

The rhyming the rhyming it's over the top...

Need to get to bed so Santa can stop!

Seriously, like the drummer boy I have no gifts to bring but if you would ever like any of my (scenery) pictures for a screen saver or your wall, cyber, plaster or drywall, feel free to copy it. Let me know if you'd like it signed or a larger file better for printing. If it's for a craft resale just let me throw my mark on it, it's still free. Deal?

I've been thinking about this for a while. Every camera and lens that I have has been a gift - so is walking and gifts are meant for sharing.