I have decided
That Prince Charming
Doesn’t really exist
And if he
Does he’s taken
By the likes
Of Snow White
Rapunzel and Sleeping
Beauty ugh so
I have decided
To turn my
Attention on less
Of a Prince
And more of
A charm less
Treasure and more
Wit less pageantry
And more humility
Less castle and
Servants and more
Home and us
Besides who really
Wants to date
Someone who is
Two dimensional anyway
Like the wished
Upon rain after
Months of dryness
Even a brief
Respite to drought
Is enough to
Renew my hope
Prompting me to
Sharpen my tools
Select my seeds
Hitch my horses
And head to
The bar on
A Friday night
Snow has arrived
Like a million
Tiny white punch
Lines gathering one
Atop the other
Creating a comedy
Which tickles me
Like fingers moving
Across my ribs
Like meeting someone
New yet vaguely
Familiar thinking that
Someone like him
Had brought joy
To me once
And now wondering
And even hoping
If just a
Little bit that
Like a toboggan
We’ll sit slide
And glide over
Life’s hills eventually
Landing somewhere in
A pile of
Snow laughing together
There is this
Way that we
Talk like cooking
Together gathering this
And that dicing
And then tossing
Them to boil
The intoxicating aromas
Of ideas simmering
Like playing a
Lazy game of
Catch lobbing ideas
At one another
Like a baseball
As we sit
Down to devour
This thing that
We created together
A saucy repartee
And upon this
Night our Savior
Was born and
A star in
The East brought
Three wise men
Bearing gifts to
Give the Child
Back then it
Was gold frankincense
And myrrh this
Year this wise
Man is wishing
You nothing but
Love
Happiness
And laughter Merriest
Of Christmas Eves
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 