I Saw Santa in Her Bathing Suit: Annual Christmas Poem

I Saw Santa in Her Bathing Suit: Annual Christmas Poem 

There is beauty in simplicity. This year, I bought four Christmas gifts, made 20-holiday cards, wrapped with gift wrap that was already in the house, & used gift tags that came free in a mailer.  

Let me tell you, it feels good. I always close out the year with my annual holiday poem, The Christmas Spectacles as I feel that it's important to share that not everyone thinks this is the most wonderful time of the year. In 'normal' years, the holidays can be rough & while it's easy to get swept up in the Instagram-glamour of Christmastime, it's also okay to feel a little melancholy. 

Underwater Christmas Card Photos
Simple Christmas 

Melancholy was the mood I was in {say four years ago} when I wrote The Christmas Spectacles. However, hope & positivity helped me get through & also happen to be the underlying theme/tone of the poem. 

While I am no poet, I like to end the year with The Christmas Spectacles for everyone who is feeling merry & for everyone who needs a little hope. 

Captured on a GoPro 

Swimming and spending Christmastime underwater

Merry Christmas. & I'll be back with a new post for 2021 after the New Year. 

The Christmas Spectacles
By: Katelyn Chef 

One Christmas Eve
There was a girl who no longer believed

The light that once shined bright
Fizzled out in her plain sight.

Warm memories faded
Her creative spirit turned jaded.

Walking out to sit under the evening sky
She looked above to ponder the reason why.

Something moved to her right
Squinting, she couldn't make the figure out with all her eyes' might.

Finally, as he drew near,
His image became more clear.

"For it's Christmas Eve," said the man
"& It's an important time for those who give not wanting to receive."

He was clothed in burgundy silk
With a beard as white as milk.

"It's important to carry the creative light,
"For I know you used to write.
Christmas is a time for retrieving 
A bit of has been lost."

He handed the girl a tiny box
It was wrapped in golden cornstalks. 

Gently, untying the delicate string
She finally saw something.

In the box, rested a pair of glasses
Wonderful to the masses.

They were lovely & yellow
Suddenly she felt inspired & mellow.

Slipping the spectacles on
Her imagination lit up like the break of dawn.

He had given her back her lost light
The spectacular spectacles were her new creative sight.