Here they are

Here They are

They travelled near and far

Animals and people that are new

They come to see baby Jesus

The numbers are not few

To bring him special gifts

To god our king and Jesus lord

The blessed loved one that we know-

Here they are

Here they are

They follow the bright star

Oh come let us adore!

O, here comes…. here comes….

Look at this pigeon-toed-webbing Picasso of a gander!

Ha!

Hear him in his raspy calling out for a mate!

What a pretentious hunk

strutting with that modern polka-dot dressage about his wings.

And what a lame gaggle of empty-headed

goslings! Such confidence in their vogue as they

waddle seductively, yet cautiously,

as they are not without the grip of gravity hanging from their hems.

Oh, my, my. See this?

I just know that one there

is much older than I! Hmph!

The hide from a rare fuchsia rabbit hangs about her neck. Oh!

Oh, I will not blush at her indiscretion!

Such a crowd of vibrant interns huddle under this gentleman’s chauvinistic bill -

(and I wonder how it would be?) -

but I will not permit myself

to trespass upon another’s adventure to find their one true mate.

I will not let a wicked curiosity catch scent of his glands.

Ha! Mindless me! Lost in such fantasies!

For whatever would a male of such prestige like he

ever want with a poor, gray Anser like me anyhow?

The drab smog-colored plaid lines that lay upon

my too-small leather wings

are a nuisance beside the glamor he adores.

And what a humorous itch would claw at his throat

if he were double-bird-dared to glance above my misshapen neck and see!

I accept that my enlarged aquamarine sight orbs

are nothing to fancy.

But, wait!

Has my secret prospect just made a bobble my way?

My way?

There’s no way! Though,

dear! His dance! Oh, how that gander’s erratic beckoning

ticks about in my pulse!

Slowly backing himself into the nearby pond, enticing me to follow.

Gosh!

Cover your ears to the distasteful honks thrown at my traveling back,

as those envious gals

gossip in confusion amongst themselves.

Yes, even I am a tad miffed at this new partnership.

At last!

He cackles loud and proud for me! FOR ME!

The see saw of his neck frantically dipping from north to south,

in haste for my approval.

A spirited imp born from a lovestruck crush

erupts from under my feathered coat

as I awkwardly, uninhibitedly, and unashamedly

partner with this stud.

O, here comes.... a quackademic to my love life!

Hey, I love coming back home to your smiling face.

Nowadays, that's not something commonplace.

Can't tell if it's the winter or Co-vid cause everybody gone cold.

O... here comes... that dead animal body lying in the road.

Everything went to a mess, you go left see a car wreck.

Go right you see spouses saying their divorce goodbyes.

This time of year the whiteness of the snow, winds 25 degrees and below

is pure. This is the time where you must really endure.

The darkness is there behind that white painted picture.

The season of death everything dies in the winter.

O... here comes...

Our lovely lady Vanna !

Today she's wearing... for the Festival of Lights

a most stunning, shimmering Delight for the Eyes...

...not a Saree, for the night of Diwali, my friends !

it must be something new, with no regrets or little skirt passé

Vanna recommends for you our best Lilac Kurta Pajamas, or

for full funsies the multi layered ankle length bright Lehengas

in whatsoever color your heart desires!

Tomorrow, see now as she turns around,

Vanna, sports a touch of American Nostaglia

in the classic furry Haddon Sundblom suit

of our old Coca~Cola Santa !

And coming soon, to a Kwanzaa party

near you, darling Vanna now

takes a bow to all the Gentlemen

in the crowd...

with a quality tall Kufi hat !

And crisp colorful Dashiki men's fashion blouse,

Ladies will top pants sumptuously with gauzy Kaftan

And to ush in the Chinese New Year,

in the figure of the Dragon

Vanna says to wear

whatever you like

but make it New !

and Make it RED.

So there you go... Folks,

Thank you, again,

Miss Holiday,

will take her leave...

but don't you dare !

Be only fashionably Late--

Be yourself, Be fire-work-

dressed, or come as a mess,

But Be There---- !

For every day's Celebration.

12.19.2023

O...Here comes.. challenge @Mnezz