Christmas /03 in Saskatchewan

Christmas /03 in Saskatchewan




We spent that Christmas inside.

Saskatchewan blizzard, wind chill

Even the dog wouldn’t leave

The back kitchen door. We

Did walk the five blocks to the

Bowling ally where the manager

Gave me a years old trophy from

The backroom and with pomp

And circumstance I presented it

To my daughter after breaking

100 with that awkward between-

the-leg-bent-over-the-hip-style.



At the Home Hardware on Main

And fourth she picked out a locked

Diary to write her deepest ten year

Old secrets and after stopping at the

SPCA to cheer up the dogs and cats

And maybe ourselves we went home

To sing Kareoke. She did a very

Good Spice Girls to my sadly rendered

“Yesterday”.



Bored we wrote poetry sitting on

The leather basement couch while

Eating Haagen Dazs out of the

Container until it hurt. Ice cream

Dripped on our poems. She wrote…



“Confetti threw,

All in the air,

The ball has dropped,

And two by two

They all shall leave

The party’s awaiting”.