The twelve story tree

(290 words)

On the first day of Christmas, 
Carol put up a twelve story Christmas tree.

On the second day came two clouds,
to rain stars all over the Christmas tree.

On the third day came three giraffes,
standing on top of each other to paint the story three,
of the starry Christmas tree.

On the fourth day came four firemen,
with long noses and strong hoses,
to spray sparkles all over the golden story three
of the starry Christmas tree.

On the fifth day came five elephants,
with fifty-five ornaments 
in their five trunks,
to decorate the starry, sparkly, golden
Christmas tree.

On the sixth day 
came six children,
with six magical tunes 
that they gave
to the starry, sparkly, golden 
Christmas tree.

On the seventh day 
came the seven dwarfs,
with seven diamonds 
that they stuck 
to the trunk 
of the starry, sparkly, golden,
singing Christmas tree.

On the eighth day 
came eight reindeers,
with eight lanterns 
that they hung
on the story eight 
of the shiny, starry, 
sparkly, golden, singing 
Christmas tree.

On the ninth day 
came nine cats,
with nine lives each, 
to give life 
to the shiny, 
starry, sparkly, 
Christmas tree.

On the tenth day 
came the ten mages,
from the worlds beyond
to sprinkle 
fairy dust and 
golden sand
on the shiny, starry, 
sparkly, golden,
singing, glowing, 
lively Christmas tree.

When day eleven came,
came eleven elves 
from the Pole,
carrying presents 
for all 
that they set beneath the 
shiny, starry, 
sparkly, golden,
singing, glowing, 
lively, magical
Christmas tree.

On the twelfth day came Carol
with every child from the town in tow.
The magical tree sang now
as the kids huddled below
to celebrate a warm Christmas
in each others hugs.

A Strange Winter

Ruby had followed the chrysanthemum petal into the darkness of the Wukan forest. The petal’s dull glow had led her to a cave under a fig tree, where she waited behind a berry bush, for the nine-tailed fox to come.

Winters were no strangers to her people, but this one was, for it had stolen all their colors. Now, even Nainai’s rooster looked gray, instead of his usual welcoming orange. People had stopped waking up to the calls of a gray rooster, and that made him extremely grumpy. So much that he refused to take even a bite of his favorite corn. Ruby loved him. She had to do something.

After several hours of waiting, she went inside the cave. Thousands of cocoons glowed against the wall, filling the cave in a spectrum of colors.

She picked up a blue cocoon and it broke at her touch. A blue butterfly, as bright as a mid-day sky flew out of the cave painting the world with strokes of blue. Soon, butterflies of every color flew out of the cave painting the world around them. When she set the last cocoon free, which was the same orange as Nainai’s rooster, she ran away excitedly to her town, not waiting for the fox anymore.

Papa, fix the moon

Papa, look under the slide,
A piece of moon lies fallen to the side.
He is some white with some mud,
Last night, he must’ve fell down with some thud.

Moon, moon, why are you down?
Moon, moon, why are you brown?
There is only a piece of you, you know?
Where did your other piece go?

Papa, Papa, the moon is broke,
Papa, Papa, we must fix him before night-stroke.
Papa, Papa, patch him up with some glue,
Papa, Papa, before all of him comes down in a slue.

Fix him now,
Don’t ask me how.
Make him whole,
He shouldn’t have a hole.

Without the moon the night will be dark,
Monsters will be out to bark.
If he is hurt, I will cry.
Please fix him. Please do try.

Let us buy some moon glue,
and find the big bird blue,
He needs to fly into the sky,
And put the pieces together up high.

Papa will fix you moon.
And, I will see you soon.

Animals you see

Animals you see

If you stretch your legs and listen this much,
and you wear your feet in shoes that don’t make slurch, slurch, slurch,
and you put on a cap that makes you smart and such,
and you wait for this old man to come with a limp and a lurch.

There are places we can go that you have never been,
I will show you some animals that have gone unseen,
You might not believe me Master. Billy Boleen,
Because you might think that all the animals are seen.
You know of a kangaroo in a zoo,
Or a Panda that does Peek-a-boo,
You might think of a mountain lion and a polar bear too,
Or a really really really tall giraffe called Who!

You say you have seen a tiger that roars growl, growl, growl.
You might even talk about the white snowy owl.
You think all birds are like parakeets that eat out of a bowl,
You will try convince me that all wolfs howl. 

You will tell me that giraffe is the tallest of tall,
You may think that all bears brawl.
You will tell me that all worms crawl,
and all monkeys have gall.

All the animals you have seen Master Billy Boleen,
are far too few and far in between.
Have you seen a Trikkli Brikkli too?
Or a Chakku mooli choo.

If you have seen a Trikkli Brikkli too,
you would say that she looked like a cuckoo.
But her legs were as tall as a giraffe and she had some spots too.
She had teeth the color of midnight blue.

You might not have seen her because she lives far,
in the forest up north called Lubbalar.
I only know because I hit her with my car,
And spent hours being chased by her husband, the Tubar.

Now, Chakku Mooli Choo is not a bird like Trikkli Brikkli,
She is part hippo and part Eli,
She had a trunk that was golden yelli,
and fat legs that could crush me silly.

I saw her when I went fishing in the ocean that was red,
It was early in the morning when she showed her head.
I was hungry and mistakenly thought her head was bread,
and reached inside the water and grabbed her instead.

I tell you she was not happy at all,
She whipped her trunk on my butt and caused me to fall,
I held onto the boat’s wall,
And looked into the sky and cried a loud call.    

How would I know who came listening to my cry,
If I had known, I would never have thought to try,
It was the scariest of scariest, mightiest of mightiest, whose name was Bly,
He was part-dragon, part-seagull and part-fly.

Now imagine a seagull with fires coming out his beak,
Also imagine his skin to have dragon’s streak.
Also imagine that his wings buzzed and beat as fast as we speak,
And also think how much that must have caused me to freak.

Somehow I escaped into a whale know as Parsimonius Farest.
His tummy was as big as the biggest mountain forest,
He devoured everything that swam near him in haste,
Without stopping to think about the old man who could give him bad taste.

It was too late before he realized I was in his mouth,
He had taken the smallest of bite of an old man who was uncouth.
He belched, “Burrrrrrrp…Burrrrrrrrrp…Bouthhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”.
He let me go from his down south.   

I swam and swam and swam and swam with my brain,
under the moon, under the stars, under the rain,
under the sun, over the jelly fish terrain,
I swam and swam and swam until I was in pain.

Blub, Blub, Bllllllllub, Blllllllllllllub,
Everyone knows that is the sound of a fish called Blubub,
He is a purple fish that eats sea-weed scrub.
Blub, Blub, Bllllllllubm Blllllllllllllub.

I smartly grabbed sea weed scrubs for Blubub,
He took me kindly to the shore of a town called Tub,
I thanked him and went to the train hub,
and bought a ticket stub.

Alas! that is when I noticed the conductor,
It was actually a birductor,
or probably an ostrichuctor,
or some weird creatuructor.

He wore a hat that looked like a cone,
but it was actually a strange looking bone.
He handed over tickets in exchange of a stone,
I told him all I had was a blueberry scone.

He shrugged, took the scone and gave me a slip of paper,
and then broke into some sort of caper,
Tippety-tap, his feet danced as light as vapor,
Clippety-clap, his hands turned him into a clapper.

My name is Burstrang and I am here to serve,
Ask me, call me, knock me, I won’t lose my nerve.
Sit, relax and look beyond the curve,
all you need to do is to keep up your joyful verve. 

Take me to my town whose name I cannot remember,
Burlstown is it? Or Basinger?
Charlestown is it? Or Timber?
Walshtown is it? Or Salamander?

He gave a nod with his bone cap,
And flicked his fingers to a snap.
and handed me a gingersnap.
I ate it with relish and fell into a nap.

I woke up and found myself in my bed,
by my side was my dog Fred.
There were so many new animals in my head.
“Hurray, Yippee, Trippee”, I said.

Remember, there are many more to see,
Don’t let people tell you it is all there can be.
Keep your mind and heart opensy,
And keep your feet inside your shoes ready.