Found Xmas Wishes To Elaine Poem by David McLansky

Most Christmas' I say, 'Bah, humbug'
And snuggle deeper in my rug,
I enjoy the sight of all those crumbs
And schnauzer down another bun;
But in the face of your prospect,
(All sweetness I tend to suspect)
My surly self can't help but smile
As I think of you awhile;
But Bah! Humbug, this Christmas cheer,
It rings so false in my ear,
But as I hunch and blasphemy,
As I scowl with infamy,
As I sneer with words of scorn,
And wonder why the earth was born;
I think of your festive sweater,
And strangely I then feel much better;
I think of you as you scrunch,
As you smile and shoulders hunch;
And then I make a silly face
In my dark and woolly place;
So Merry Christmas petite Elaine,
My mood is ruined, you're to blame;
I was content in my burrow,
My lips compressed, my eyebrows furrowed,
But …
Just when I thought the world's insane,
Up pops your face with candy canes.