Showing posts with label holiday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label holiday. Show all posts

Friday, September 18, 2026

National Cheeseburger Day

National Cheeseburger Day


Oh, my, oh, my, what a holiday!
Let’s all have a cheeseburger today!
Hooray for Lionel Steinberger
Who rescued a burnt hamburger
Under a novel blanket of cheese
Which now has a whole nation to please.

If veggie is your kind of patty,
Or another meat not quite so fatty,
You can still put the cheese on the top
With condiments until you yell stop.
Swiss, Cheddar, or whatever to choose -
There is no way you could ever lose.

So enjoy National Cheeseburger Day!
From your diet let yourself go astray!
One hundred years since Lionel showed how
To spice up the taste of a burnt cow.
We owe him enthusiastic thanks;
Without him, we might be eating franks.

Friday, April 10, 2026

Happy Siblings Day


There is nothing like it to fill a house
Than siblings with whom to grouse.
Whether you go head to head
Or hide something in their bed,
You’d not replace them, I have no doubts.

Monday, February 16, 2026

The Race of the Year


The Jade Emperor sits on his throne,
Wondering where all the time has gone.
So He declares, “We will have a race
To name the years and to help keep pace.”

Gathered animals, both big and small,
Come to answer the Emperor’s call.
“We will name all of Our twelve years
As each of you before Me appears.

“On this throne, for you, I will wait
For the first twelve – thirteen is too late.
Across this river you all may start
If you have the strength, brains, will and heart.”

Some animals choose not to compete;
A few may not have heard of the meet.
Many do not meet the criteria –
That’s why there’s no Year of Bacteria.

But those that dare, to far field they went,
And thus begins the scheduled event.
With leaps and bounds, slithers and scurries,
To the far river edge each hurries.

The river is wide and waters strong
Rat rides Ox in exchange for a song.
These two swim across until near the bank;
Maybe Cat too, but she fell and sank.

From the Ox’s nose, Rat takes a great leap,
And thus is the first place his to reap.
With second, Ox is still quite content;
His repute for strength, it will cement.

Then Tiger climbs out of the water,
Tired, up to the throne to totter.
Tiger is strong; the river stronger;
Swept downstream took him a bit longer.

Not far behind is heard a loud thump,
As comes Rabbit with a hoppy jump.
From stone to rock halfway he does hop
Until out of rocks, he has to stop.

Along comes a log on which to float
And he jumps onboard this risky boat.
Then gently it drifts to the near shore –
Rabbit hops off and is number four.

When Dragon flies in, it’s a surprise;
Emperor thought first would be his prize.
Dragon saw some thirsty, he did explain,
In dire need, so he stopped to make rain.

Then he saw Rabbit drifting downstream
And helped him with a small breath of steam.
To help when he can, Dragon will strive –
Emperor proudly names him as five.

The hoofbeats of Horse are coming near,
When Snake from his ankle does appear.
Horse pulls back in fright when he sees Snake;
Snake slithers to seize six as his stake.

Horse needs to settle for the seventh place;
He would do better in a drier race.
Next to arrive is a group of three -
The Rooster, the Goat and the Monkey.

The three come on a raft Rooster finds;
Goat pulls it; Monkey tightens its binds.
Together they do more than alone –
For eight, nine and ten, they will be known.

When Dog comes the Emperor does ask,
“You swim well, why so slow at this task?”
Dog exclaims, “Such fun in the water!
You just gotta splash when you gotta!”

And so, then there were eleven claimed,
But would there be no more to be named?
He starts to declare no twelfth winner,
When Pig shows and asks, “What’s for dinner?”

The Pig is slowed by his appetite
And he stops often to set it right.
Despite a good meal, maybe nap too –
He’s here for the last spot in the queue.

Emperor fills out his calendar
Giving us our annual avatar.
Whether you’re Rat, Pig or in between,
Who you will be is yet to be seen.

Sunday, February 1, 2026

What the Groundhog Said Today

What the Groundhog Said Today


I don’t like snow and I don’t like ice –
Reschedule when the weather is nice.
Maybe April, maybe May
Makes a better holiday.
Now just go away is my advice.

Other Groundhog blogs:
Day of the Groundhog
Groundhog's Lament

Thursday, February 2, 2023

Groundhog’s Lament

Groundhog’s Lament


Were I a woodchuck I would rather stay
Still warm in my burrow on Groundhog Day.
It’s just too cold to go out for a snack –
You want a forecast, read an almanac.

Some wonder why groundhogs are so surly;
You would be too if we woke you early.
His winter plans were just to hibernate,
But then halfway through him we excavate.

We drag him out to ask a fool question;
Let me offer a better suggestion.
If we want a shadow, then ask a tree –
It has no place more comfortable to be.

For more groundhog perspective, see:
Day of the Groundhog

Saturday, December 31, 2022

Resolve, Break, Repeat

Resolve, Break, Repeat


As time runs out on this year
And to the future I peer,
I think I might do better
With vows myself to fetter.

What did I do not enough
Or too much of some stuff?
Something to improve my health
Or to utilize my wealth?

I recall this from before,
Doing this annual chore.
With the last list I will cheat –
Resolve, break, and then repeat.

Saturday, July 2, 2022

Happy World UFO Day

Happy World UFO Day


Grandad, did you ever see an UFO?
Well, now, I guess I must say I do not know.
You mean you never saw a flying saucer.
Does it count if you’re the one to toss’er?
You have not seen strange lights in the sky.
Each night unvisited stars pass by.
I mean spaceships with alien men.
Would that include a Mexican?
The green guys from outer space!!!
I’d notice that face-to-face.
You don't have a wild tale?
I once rode on a whale.
Never beamed aboard?
Too much to afford.
Not even once?
I am no dunce.
No spaceship?
Not a trip.
Good night.
Sleep tight.
Sigh.
Bye.

Sunday, April 17, 2022

The Lonely Rabbit Peeks Out

The Lonely Rabbit Peeks Out


They say it’s safe for us rise again
Despite the news of the latest strain.
Bunnies are not known as the bravest,
But now, I think I really crave this.

It’s time to make the baskets and treats,
To hide treasure eggs in fields and streets,
To visit all and yet go unseen --
Leave only a trail of jelly bean.

So, ‘though you do not see me this year,
You will still know that I have been here.
It’ll take me longer to make my rounds –
I think I still need to lose some pounds.

Earlier in the Lonely Rabbit saga:
The Lonely Rabbit - April 2020
The Lonely Rabbit Revisited - April 2021

Monday, April 4, 2022

National Tell A Lie Day

National Tell A Lie Day


If I tell you I am lying,
Will you believe me on this day?
Is it a half-truth you’re buying
If you choose to trust what I say?

Some think once a year to let us
Get our prefabrications out.
For one day, liars won’t upset us
If they test our power to doubt.

If I were asked what I preferred,
I would rather a day of truth.
All other days, tales may be blurred,
But on that day, all’s true, forsooth!

For, truth be told, it’s very rare
To get through a day without lies.
If your lungs still suck in the air,
You likely have things to disguise.

Perhaps it’s a joke or a bluff
Or something to lighten the blow.
We all are filled with lots of stuff;
Even silence hides what we know.

So you can choose if you believe
What I try to reveal today.
I’ll be back later to deceive,
On gullibility to prey.

Tuesday, January 25, 2022

Habbie for the Bardie - Bonnie Burns Birthday

Habbie for the Bardie

Sona Co-là-breith, Robbie


Ne’er the blackguard I would need be,
O Bardie, for me to be like ye,
Nor seen those things then you did see,
     Far and long ago,
‘Though I wish my dreams were as free
     To put on a show.

I did not dance and prance with lasses,
Nor sow my seed amongst the masses,
Nor spend nights clinking drinking glasses,
     In youth too well spent,
To tell others what an ass is,
     Seen as a belle gent.

So many from you have found pleasure,
Reading through your Scottish treasure.
My grasp sometimes cannot be sure,
     Puzzling through a line.
But blest be your graven leisure –
     You need not read mine.


For previously posted purlioned poetic posing:

Gang Aft Agley

Sunday, December 12, 2021

Christmas Songs You Have Not Heard (and Never Will Again)


If you need more:
Shopping Visit With COVID
Dreaming of COVID Christmas
Ponytail for Christmas
When Dragons Came for Christmas
Corrections Carols
The Municipal Office Party

The Reindeer’s Olympics

(tune: The Teddy Bear’s Picnic
(tune by Bratton (1907), lyrics by Kennedy (1932))


If you go to the North Pole today,
You may not believe your eyes.
If you go to the North Pole today,
You are in for a surprise.
For all reindeer who live thereabout
Gather together to cheer and shout
For today is when reindeer hold their Olympics.

Every reindeer, whether young or old, are on their feet today
There’s lots of marvelous things to see and wonderful games to play
Upon the snow where all can see
They’ll run and leap with their great esprit
For today is when reindeer hold their Olympics.

Olympics games for reindeer
The test to find their best with the skills that Santa soon will need
Test them, choose them every year
And find the highest flyers of their breed

See them gaily prance about
And take flight at a shout
Some may fly, some not quite
At the games’ end, Santa will decide who
Will go with him to train to
Pull Santa’s sleigh on Christmas night

If you go to the North Pole today,
You may not believe your eyes.
If you go to the North Pole today,
You are in for a surprise.
For all reindeer who live thereabout
Gather together to cheer and shout
For today is when reindeer hold their Olympics.


I Saw Daddy Catching Santa Claus

(tune: I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus,
Tommie Connor (1952))


I saw Daddy catching Santa Claus
Underneath the mistletoe with Mom.
He did not seem pleased
When he saw how she teased.
He exploded like a bomb
When Santa’s beard Daddy seized.

Then I saw Daddy choking Santa Claus
Underneath his beard so snowy white
Oh, what a scream then I could hear
With Mom yelling in Daddy’s ear
That he was squeezing Santa too tight.

He saw Daddy choking Santa Claus.
I did! I really did see Daddy choking Santa Claus.
I think Daddy’s been bad.

Then I saw Daddy throwing Santa Claus
Out the door and into the snowbank
He yelled, “Stay away from my wife
If you want to keep your life --
I don’t care how much eggnog you drank.”

He saw Daddy fighting Santa Claus.
I did! I really did see Daddy fighting Santa Claus.
I think Daddy’s been bad.


They Came Out of the Starry Sky

(tune: It Came Upon The Midnight Clear,
Sears & Willis (1849-1850))


They came out of the starry sky,
That fantastic team of deer,
Pulling his sleigh across the air,
They came again this year.
Oh, hooves in flight, above the roof,
Delivering presents from on high.
Children sneaking from their beds
To see if reindeer fly.

Upon their cloven feet they strode,
Prancing lightly on cloudy mists.
They need to reach in that one night
Each child on Santa’s lists.
Above any terrain below,
‘Tis their job; they do not ask why,
Nor ask they when or where or how
That those reindeer can fly.

Yet with the doubts in adult minds,
We may wonder what keeps them up.
Is it the dreams of wee children
Or oats on which they sup?
Physics claims it cannot be done
No matter how hard reindeer try.
But children know, if we do not,
That reindeer indeed fly.

For lo! The kids have seen the books
And the stories on the TV.
They’re taught to trust their Mom and Dad
And believe what they see.
Parents, beware of what you say
And don’t let children hear you lie.
By Santa’s beard, solemnly swear
That reindeer really fly.


Ads, Humbug

(tune: Greensleeves)


Alas that time has come again
To tick you off so thoroughly
And jingle singing will begin
Annoying with its revelry

Don’t let their joy annoy
Don’t let it make you blue
Don’t let in too much to cloy
And don’t let the humbugs bite you

They come to sell this time of year
To milk your generosity
They offer up good deals and cheer
Mixed well with their pomposity

Don’t let their joy annoy
Don’t let it make you blue
Don’t let in too much to cloy
And don’t let the humbugs bite you

You may choose what you will ignore
Dismiss their Frosty and Santa
You just keep the parts you adore
And sort the pitch from the manna

Don’t let their joy annoy
Don’t let it make you blue
Don’t let in too much to cloy
And don’t let the humbugs bite you


Grandma’s Out Hunting For Reindeer

(tune: Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer,
Randy Brooks (1978))


Grandma’s out hunting for those reindeer
Who tried to run her over last night.
We may tell her she should let it go,
But Grandma won’t give up without a fight.

We found her in the snow this morning –
We thought she was dead by reindeer paws.
We put her on the couch and called Doc,
But now she’s angrier as she thaws.
She says the fat guy did it on purpose –
He was laughing as they launched the attack.
We told her to lay down and rest there,
But she swears she’s gonna get him back.

Grandma’s out hunting for those reindeer
Who tried to run her over last night.
We may tell her she should let it go,
But Grandma won’t give up without a fight.

We are trying to have a happy Christmas
While Grandma’s gathering up her gear.
We are unwrapping our Christmas presents
And Grandma’s getting ready to track deer.
We tell her Santa is a kindly soul
That none have ever found menace in.
But Grandma is so very determined –
Maybe our dinner will be venison.

Grandma’s out hunting for those reindeer
Who tried to run her over last night.
We may tell her she should let it go,
But Grandma won’t give up without a fight.


Wednesday, November 24, 2021

Thanksgiving Prayer

Thanksgiving Prayer


Empty out your horn of plenty
When you count your blessings many.
Dig down deep and then go deeper
To thank the giving bookkeeper.

Put aside any pile of woe --
Accept the to, ignore the fro.
Tomorrow you can fret again --
Today, say thanks and then amen.

Thursday, November 18, 2021

World Philosophy Day

World Philosophy Day


When the world grants me my life’s trophy,
Will it be for my love of -sophy?
For a wit of wisdom I created?
For an unspoken truth I stated?

If all of the world needed to share
The output which philosophers bear,
Would not all the debates soon be closed
And nothing new ever be exposed?

Each their own philosophy to choose,
My own idiosophy to use --
Does it matter whether you agree
If my thoughts do (or not) work for me?

It is not products we need to love,
But the pondering process thereof.
We learn when we philosophize
And that’s truly our collective prize.

Sunday, October 31, 2021

The Late Visitor

The Late Visitor


When Bigfoot comes to your door
   Late on Halloween night,
Should you his demands ignore
   And not turn on your light?

Should you take this photo op
   When given the rare chance?
Do you think when next he’ll stop
   To give more than a glance?

Will you still have treats on hand
   To sate his appetite?
Was his visit too unplanned?
   You snacked too much tonight.

I’m not sure what I would do
   With Bigfoot on my stoop.
I hope if it becomes true,
   It’s not a family group.

Monday, October 18, 2021

And Still More Carols for Halloween

Previous carols at:
Carols for Halloween
More Carols for Halloween

Trick or Treat to You

(tune: Happy Birthday to You)


Trick or Treat to You
Trick or Treat to You
Come up with the treats now,
Or we’re gonna yell boo!!!



Edgar the Scarecrow

(tune: Frosty the Snowman)


Edgar the Scarecrow was an itchy, scratchy guy
With a flannel shirt and torn blue jeans,
And feedsack with one eye.

Edgar the Scarecrow is a folklore tale, I heard.
He was full of straw, but, I was told,
He couldn’t chase a bird.

It was Halloween when he suddenly jumped down --
He could not get back up on his pole,
So instead, he went to town.

Oh, Edgar the Scarecrow, was as lost as he could be,
For the kids that day in costumed array
Looked just as strange as he.

Stumbily bump stump, bumpily bump stump,
Edgar walked so slow.
Stumbily bump stump, bumpily bump stump,
Edgar knew not where to go.

Edgar the Scarecrow lost some straw with every step.
The kids said “Come with us”, so without a bit more fuss,
After them he did schlep.

He followed them, house to house, and at each door,
Folks with surprise so loved his disguise,
They filled his bag with more.

The trail of straw behind, Edgar saw, as it grew and grew;
In only a few moments, his adventure would be through.

So Edgar the Scarecrow went back to his cornfield,
And farmers tell where his candy fell
Improved twofold that year’s yield.


Loot the Houses

(tune: Deck the Halls)


Lock the doors, get out the sherry,
Bwah ha ha, Bwah ha ha, ha ha ha!
‘Tis the season things turn scary,
Bwah ha ha, ha ha ha, bwah ha ha!

Don they now their weird apparel,
Bwah ha ha, Bwah ha ha, ha ha ha!
Tonight kids have all gone feral,
Bwah ha ha, ha ha ha, bwah ha ha!

See the begging grins before us,
Bwah ha ha, Bwah ha ha, ha ha ha!
Shut the lights, they may ignore us,
Bwah ha ha, ha ha ha, bwah ha ha!

“Gave to us your sweetest treasure,
Bwah ha ha, Bwah ha ha, ha ha ha!
Or you will feel our displeasure,
Bwah ha ha, ha ha ha, bwah ha ha!”

Fast they pass from door to door,
Bwah ha ha, Bwah ha ha, ha ha ha!
Bags all ready to hold more,
Bwah ha ha, ha ha ha, bwah ha ha!

They will come in any weather,
Bwah ha ha, Bwah ha ha, ha ha ha!
On Halloween they loot together,
Bwah ha ha, ha ha ha, Bwah Ha Ha!


Twelve Hours of Halloween

(tune: Twelve Days of Christmas)


In the first hour of Halloween, my neighbors sent to me
A toddler as a pumpkin.

In the second hour of Halloween, my neighbors sent to me
Twins dressed as mice
And a toddler as a pumpkin.

In the third hour of Halloween, my neighbors sent to me
Three blue smurfs, twins dressed as mice
And a toddler as a pumpkin.

In the fourth hour of Halloween, my neighbors sent to me
Four cawing crows, three blue smurfs, twins dressed as mice
And a toddler as a pumpkin.

In the fifth hour of Halloween, my neighbors sent to me
Five superheroes.
Four cawing crows, three blue smurfs, twins dressed as mice
And a toddler as a pumpkin.

In the sixth hour of Halloween, my neighbors sent to me
Six ghosts a-booing,
Five superheroes.
Four cawing crows, three blue smurfs, twins dressed as mice
And a toddler as a pumpkin.

In the seventh hour of Halloween, my neighbors sent to me
Seven spooks a-wailing, six ghosts a-booing,
Five superheroes.
Four cawing crows, three blue smurfs, twins dressed as mice
And a toddler as a pumpkin.

In the eighth hour of Halloween, my neighbors sent to me
Eight fairies dancing, seven spooks a-wailing,
six ghosts a-booing,
Five superheroes.
Four cawing crows, three blue smurfs, twins dressed as mice
And a toddler as a pumpkin.

In the ninth hour of Halloween, my neighbors sent to me
Nine witches brewing, eight fairies dancing,
seven spooks a-wailing, six ghosts a-booing,
Five superheroes.
Four cawing crows, three blue smurfs, twins dressed as mice
And a toddler as a pumpkin.

In the tenth hour of Halloween, my neighbors sent to me
Ten creeps a-creeping, nine witches brewing,
eight fairies dancing, seven spooks a-wailing,
six ghosts a-booing,
Five superheroes.
Four cawing crows, three blue smurfs, twins dressed as mice
And a toddler as a pumpkin.

In the eleventh hour of Halloween, my neighbors sent to me
Eleven teen girls giggling, ten creeps a-creeping,
nine witches brewing, eight fairies dancing,
seven spooks a-wailing, six ghosts a-booing,
Five superheroes.
Four cawing crows, three blue smurfs, twins dressed as mice
And a toddler as a pumpkin.

In the twelfth hour of Halloween, my neighbors sent to me
Twelve teen boys bumming, eleven teen girls giggling,
ten creeps a-creeping, nine witches brewing,
eight fairies dancing, seven spooks a-wailing,
six ghosts a-booing,
Five superheroes.
Four cawing crows, three blue smurfs, twins dressed as mice
And a toddler as a pumpkin.

Wednesday, October 13, 2021

(International) Skeptics Day?

(International) Skeptics Day?


Do you believe in Skeptics Day?
It may be today -- I’m not sure.
It’s on the thirteenth, so they say,
October, January. More?
Any time it falls on a Friday?
Such limits I do not care for.
Some also add Election Day --
Believing it is quite a chore.

Can they prove whatever they say
Or must they still show you more?
Where are the facts for you to weigh
And the theories yet to explore?
It is not proof the other way
To ask why of the common lores.
No answer yet does not hold sway
Even when the belief is yours.

Thursday, October 7, 2021

Edgar Allan Poe

Edgar Allan Poe

(on the anniversary of his death)


It was many and many a year gone by,
More than a century ago,
That a poet then lived whom was known by
The name of Edgar Allan Poe;
And this poet he lived with fanciful thoughts
Of lost love and where it did go.

I was a child and he was well chilled
In his graveyard long ago,
But I thrilled with a thrill almost as chill
As words by Edgar Allan Poe.
With the skill that Calliope had instilled,
Tingles would through me flow.

This may be the reason, way back then,
In my bedroom so long ago,
With pen and paper in privacy,
I aped Edgar Allan Poe;
So I hid my poetry away
And thought none would ever know,
Of my shallow flights of fantasy
Where my dreams often go.

The angels, too bored in Heaven above,
Envied the talented Poe --
Yes! -- that is the reason (as we now see
In a life so filled with woe)
That nightmares came out of his dreams at night,
Plaguing and breaking Edgar Allan Poe.

But his voice it was stronger by far than the voice
Of those who lived longer than he --
Of many more clever than me --
And neither the angels in Heaven above
Nor the demons way down deep below
Can ever endeavor to take the wonders
Of the fantastic Edgar Allan Poe.

For the pages ever turn lighting the tales to burn
Of the fantastic Edgar Allan Poe.
And the bells ever peal, but the pulse we feel
Of the fantastic Edgar Allan Poe.
And so, I may tonight, by my screen’s glowing light,
From my mentor -- my fair Poe - get a chilling fright,
In his legacy there in the glow
In the depth of Death’s lasting shadow.

Friday, September 24, 2021

National Punctuation Day

National Punctuation Day


Why, Where, and How do you (and yours)
Celebrate in some special way
“National Punctuation Day”?
‘Cause those misplaced marks could cause wars
Wherever one lands/misses in error,
You should study it like grammar.

When a colon, dash, or comma
To break your thoughts in proper parts
Isn’t a matter of whimsy’s arts.
Learning how should not cause you trauma --
Their good usage is guided by rules;
Say what you mean with those small tools.

Tuesday, September 21, 2021

Happy National Pecan Cookie Day-Sept 21

National Cookie(s) Holiday(s)


If you need a holiday
To lead your diet astray,
Some are in the cookie jar
Even though that seems bizarre.

We can start with generic
Before the esoteric --
December 4th, so they say,
Is National Cookie Day

If you favor plain Oatmeal,
April 30 is your deal.
Lacy Oatmeal is your scene?
Your feast is on March 18.

You love the Peanut Butter?
June 12 makes your heart flutter.
Pecan is your nut for fun?
That’s September 21.

Sugar cookies are just fine?
Soon it will be July 9.
Chocolate Chip you like more?
A few weeks ‘til August 4.

Spicy Hermit are your chew?
November 15 for you.
Gingerbread give you a yen?
November 21 then.

Oreo for the can’t-cook?
March 6 gets you off the hook.
If your favorite was missed,
Add your own day to the list.

Thursday, September 9, 2021

What a Wonderful Weird

What a Wonderful Weird

(tune: What a Wonderful World,
Theile&Weiss (1967)
Sung by Louis Armstrong)
An Anthem for Wonderful Weirdo Day
September 9th


I think tales untold
Out of the blue
I watch them grow
To me they’re true
And I think of myself
It’s wonderfully weird

I write the first line
Unknown what’s next
Out on the keys
Arrives the text
And I think of myself
It’s wonderfully weird

The wonders of our weirdos
Fill the world with delight
Once you’re over the shock
If you look at it right
You see folks shaking heads
Saying “What’s wrong with you?”
They’re really saying
“That’s so cool!”

When I see you try
I see you grow
Weird shows us more
Than what we know
And we think of ourselves
It’s wonderfully weird

And we think of ourselves
It’s wonderfully weird
Oh Yeah