I’m trying to write a Christmas poem,

But it’s just not there. 

My merry poem of holiday joy

With festive spirit in the air. 

Of mistletoe and candy-canes 

And stockings on the mantle.

Of Christmas trees and scrumptious smells

From the peppermint-scented candle. 

Of Santa Claus and giant gifts

With big red bows on top, 

With chilly air and marked-down prices

From every single shop.

No wonder it’s not coming out,

No wonder it’s not clean. 

Maybe I shouldn’t be writing this 

When it’s almost Halloween!