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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Christmas Cooking/Baking (not recipes) (10/16/08)

TITLE: The Great Escape
By Jennifer Wetter
10/23/08


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Flames dance so gaily within the fireside
The red embers burn with such radiant pride
Shadows played upon the dimly light Christmas tree
Lights of green and red caress the room so carefree

Glimpses of red, blue, green and white
Gently catch my momentarily wandering eyesight
My hand gently brushes over the beautifully wrapped gifts
Upon the lateness of the day as the time so quietly shifts

I fixed my eyes upon my motherís old timepiece
The hour and minute hands continually moving as they please
Time is passing as the quickly as the weathered sky
Almost as if a pleasant friend dreamily waving goodbye

The whiffs and wafts of smells and sensations oh so grand
For a moment all my senses they seem to command
I gently loose myself in another moment of everlasting peace
I allow my aimless mind to gently waver with such release

Truly I donít recall how much time has past
Because unfortunately my momentarily bliss was not meant to last
Blaring beeps and blistering alarms quickly bringing to me attention
Christmas dinnerís has long since been done, a forethought it calmly mentions

Bumping into a sleeping cat, leapfrogging over a hungry dog into the kitchen I run
Scrambling and screaming the Christmas dinnerís now way too overdone
Tears stream down my already stressed out place
Why in the world couldnít we have dinner over at the in-lawís place

I fret, I wonder, I struggle pondering what in the world I am supposed to do
Perhaps I could make the biscuits stronger with some glue
Mr. Turkey is certainly very red
At this point perhaps he should be pronounced dead

The once delicious smelling pumpkin pie
Is just another memory thatís already floated by
Christmas dinner is so ruined I just donít know what to do
Maybe I could make the mashed potatoes

In hopeless itís all so unseemingly so lost
I didnít mean to so gaily dream realizing that dinner was the cost
In panic I gaze upwards to God and pray
Only to hear a laugh and realized it isnít even Christmas day


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Marlene Austin10/24/08
Oh, my goodness - you had me in such sympathy with the MC, then threw in the last verse. Funny! :)
Joshua Janoski10/27/08
You surprised me with the ending on this one. Good way of throwing in a twist for the reader. :)