My favorite irreverent poem for Christmas Eve is Shel Silverstein’s Christmas Dog. Read it again – here.
Looking for inspiration, I found another short popular poem by Silverstein:
“i made myself a snowball
As perfect as can be.
I thought I’d keep it as a pet,
And let it sleep with me.
I made it some pajamas
And a pillow for it’s head.
Then last night it ran away,
But first – It wet the bed.”
And…another poem from a favorite author, Phyllis McGinley:
This holy night in open forum
Miss Mcintosh, who handles Files,
Has lost one shoe and her decorum.
Stately, the frozen chairman smiles
On Media, desperately vocal.
Credit, though they have lost their hopes
Of edging toward an early Local,
Finger their bonus envelopes.
The glassy boys, the bursting girls
Of Copy, start a Conga clatter
To a swung carol. Limply curls
The final sandwich on the platter
Till hark! a herald Messenger
(Room 414) lifts loudly up
His quavering tenor. Salesmen stir
Libation for his Lily cup.
“Noel,” he pipes, “Noel, Noel.”
Some wag beats tempo with a ruler.
And the plump blonde from Personnel
Collapses by the water cooler.
And, finally, a lovely one to dream on by Walter de la Mare: