It’s the night before Christmas
And I must confess,
My office is worse than its usual mess.
The desk piled high with all sorts of junk
Files, papers, pens and some unidentified gunk.
My job is creative yet that’s no excuse
For the piles of work that reach to the roof.
Plus Christmas is here! There’s so much to do
Decorating and singing a carol or two.
Who are these clients that want work done this week?
Will they even read email, or must I send Tweets?
So I ponder and think, and work up a sweat
Doing what most creative’s do best
Putting off till tomorrow what I could do right away
The deadline can wait just one more day!
Besides, my best work is done under stress
That’s it! I’ll wait till tomorrow when I’m fresh
So I’m off to the mall to visit the Claus
Knowing the shoe racks may cause me to pause
The hustle, the bustle, the music, the fun!
It’s hard to go home when the shopping is done.
I drive past the houses with twinkling lights
Remembering mine is as dark as the night.
And that’s when the all-night decorating begins
Including trees, lights and inflatable snowmen.
I crawl into bed as the sun starts to rise;
Oh no - I forgot my deadline! I cry.
Back to the desk to write something witty.
Can I come up with something more than a ditty?
Will my clients see the humor here, I pray?
It’s Christmas, after all; not just any ol’ day.
Yet the show must go on, the release goes to press,
Despite that my work resembles a mess.
I’m trying to maintain some sort of humor
Happy Holidays to all from a creative Baby Boomer!