This year, I must have been quite nice,
because Santa appeared not once, but thrice.
The first Santa smiled from behind a mask
and courteously answered each question I asked.
Unable to blow in the store due to Covid restrictions,
but satisfied with her responses,
I left with a box of fresh reeds and a shiny new instrument –
in a case more compact than the one I had before.
I was excited to drive home and toot my horn!
The second Santa arrived earlier than expected.
He wore brown from shoulders to toes,
and instead of galloping reindeer,
I heard squeaky brakes when he appeared.
He left a package on the porch, two shades lighter than his clothes.
To my delight, under the plain wrapping,
was a replacement battery making my dead Dyson go!
The third Santa rang my bell promptly and with no surprise.
I was expecting him, but how our visit would go,
I could not pretend to know.
He was a bit rushed and cantankerous too,
not the jolly version of the Santa I thought I knew.
I led him to where he was most needed –
not under the small Christmas tree,
but next to a waterless tub, missing its windy glee.
I offered him a drink and left him be –
hoping he would not burst my bubbles with an expensive repair.
Within the hour, he had sealed the leaking tube
and reconfigured a thing or two, leaving me lighter than air.
I could once again become weightless
while pondering life in a sparkling desert oasis!
Thank you to the Santa who helped me find the right woodwind,
allowing me to blow and disturb the peace once again.
Thank you to the Santa who so expediently delivered new energy,
reviving my sucking device – just in time because it was quite crumby inside.
Thank you to the Santa with the perfect tools, if not a pleasant attitude,
restoring warm bubbles and giving me a mask-free place to frolic and float,
while saying adios to 2020 in my two-piece suit.
Hahahappy New Year’s! 😂 Michele
Thanks for visiting. If you missed the backstory (haha) of my broken wind, here you go… “Boisterous Toots and Bursting Bubbles.” I will not be drinking champagne on New Year’s Eve, but I will enjoy some bubbles. 🤣 I was tooting, “The Entertainer,” by Scott Joplin, on my new clarinet when I took this photo. 🎶
© 2020 Michele Lee