Let Out Your Inner Viking Poem by Chris Taylor

The day now upon us and dreary eyes awake
Children rush to open their take
Tiny vikings pillage their presents
Savages who can’t wait to see what grandma sent us

With flailing arms and a blur of paper
It’s all about speed in this Christmas caper
Ignoring the tags and who sent the gifts
Eyes become focussed and adrenaline lifts

Games, Spongebob and even some socks
Getting clothes for Christmas, boy, that’s a crock
Buzzing, whistling and a cacophony of noise
Weary faced parents, tired from building toys

Smiles, giggles and out-right laughter
As each child plays with the toy they were after
Kids lay down with chin propped up by hands
Little minds drift off to imaginationland

Grandma spends hours cooking and she’s up til late
And you can’t leave the table till you finish your plate
So, it’s a shovelful of potatoes and a fork full of turkey
And a sprint back to the toys under the fir tree

Mom and dad lean back with coffee mug in hand
Watching tiny vikings ravage the land
An explosion of gift wrap litters the scene
Chocolate in the carpet; well isn’t that keen

Pets cry out with glee and rush to our feet
Smelling the stocking with a bacon flavored treat
Frantic tails wagging out of control
Knocking down ornaments and mistletoe

All those hours and Saturdays worked
And Jim from accounting, that tight-fisted jerk
All of it worth it to see one accord
And the beaming young faces of the viking horde