-- Jolly is the Fat Guy --

If I was haunted by a ghost,
Who would it be I’d want most?
But the ghost of Christmas present.

His joyful laugh tickles my heart,
His big ‘ol smile sets him apart,
With a fine smell of wine, but just a hint.

His jolly chuckle makes me laugh,
While he shakes body and spills his glass,
A turkey leg in one hand and the other, a glass of wine.

“Have a drink!” he vocally yells,
“Eat some grapes! They’re not stale!”
I have to admit the variety of food tastes fine.

Another big laugh, another wise crack,
Slaps his knee then smacks my back,
This big man almost knocked me to the ground.

“Where did this food come from?” I kindly ask,
“From the heart and not the past!”
“Now here’s to your health!” as he poured another round.

I’ll never forget the fun we had,
When we raise our cups and swayed like mad,
And sang some old hymens out of tune.

We YELLED REAL HARD, with a finishing verse,
The noise was so loud, my light bulbs burst,
But it was ok ‘cause our joy lit the room.

Then so sadly, he had to go,
He stood up tall and brushed his robe,
And gave me a big fair well with a teddy bear hug.

I remember the most, the twinkle of an eye,
And I’ll never forget the jolly fat guy,
Who cheered up this old grouch of a dud.

Copyright © 2005 Phillip Lanier