One Dark And Dismal Christmas Poem by Bob LazzarAtwood

It was on a cold December day
That Christmas changed for good,
When I tired of all the hassles
And the cost of burning wood.
Oh what tragedies befell us
And what troubles came to pass,
On that dark and dismal Christmas
When we switched from wood to gas.

I had thought myself a hero
At the hardware store that day,
When I bought the nice gas insert
That I found there on display,
And I hummed a happy ditty
As I parted with the cash,
On that dark and dismal Christmas
When we switched from wood to gas.

Well my daughters screamed in horror
When they saw the brand new stove,
Sitting snugly in the fireplace
Where the wood once used to go.
'How will Santa bring our presents? '
Through their tears they sadly asked,
On that dark and dismal Christmas
When we switched from wood to gas.

Yes, in all my calculations
And in all my careful plans,
This was something I had overlooked
And failed to understand.
And my daughter's God-like faith in me
Collapsed like shattered glass,
On that dark and dismal Christmas
When we switched from wood to gas.

Well I offered explanations
And apologies galore,
And I made a sign for Santa
'Chimney closed, please use the door! '
But despite my good intentions
In their hearts I finished last,
On that dark and dismal Christmas
When we switched from wood to gas.

Well that Christmas came as always
And the girls were pleased to see,
That their special gifts from Santa
Somehow made it to the tree,
But when I waited for a hug
They simply frowned and walked on past,
On that dark and dismal Christmas
When we switched from wood to gas.

Now the years have brought forgiveness
And my daughter's hearts have healed.
And the pain of this disaster
In the past has now been sealed.
But each year around the holidays
We share some heartfelt laughs,
Of that dark and dismal Christmas
When we switched from wood to gas.

The End.