My mind is slow.
Nine reindeer blow.
Please, explain why,
Santa’s flying high.
No stars tonight
The sky’s a fright
My chimney’s snow-packed.
My patience got snatched
And this myth is making me low.
Believe in the magic.
Well, that’s just tragic.
If you believe in that,
I’ve got a disguise hat.
You say an overweight elf,
Has escaped his shelf.
And commands a sleigh,
Packed with presents
Bringing joy,
For every tiny girl and boy.
And each mom and dad
Is in on the gag?
Alright, I’ll bite.
What do grinches eat?
You say, “They love little Who-feet.
Buttered like corn, salty, or sweet.
It’s a treat you can put.
Beneath a fresh tree
For skinny old grinches like me. “
So, mark your calendars.
Cancel your dates.
It isn’t too late.
To take the bait
Still, it sounds a bit fishy to me.
Cornelia DeDona 12/19/25
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Author, Poet, Photographer, domestic violence survivor, and naturalized immigrant, Cornelia is currently an Arts and Letters member of The Southwest Florida Branch of The National League Of American Pen Women.
Cornelia lived in Kaneohe, Hawaii, for thirty-six years. Also, seven years in the Mid-Hudson Valley of New York. She now resides in North Fort Myers, Florida.
Her poems and photography are published in print, online, and in Rain Bird, a literary and art journal of the University of Hawaii's Windward Community College (2008-2013).
In 2013, Cornelia received Rain Bird's Kolokolea Poetry Prize for her poem, "Speaking French."
In 2016, her chapbook "Hawaiian Time," entered in the National League of American Pen Women's Vinnie Ream contest, was awarded third place in their inaugural multi-discipline category.
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