A Framer’s Christmas Poem – be our guest – Brief Article
Joel Lively
T’was the night before Christmas
I was up at the shop,
Trying to choose
Between length or chop.
The work on my table
Was piled so high
I put my head in my hands
And gave a big sigh
All the photos and pictures
All the things to be framed
The diplomas and artwork
Too many to name
My customers had waited
`Til the very last day
To bring in their framing
Which caused me to say,
“But tomorrow is Christmas
Where were you last week?”
“On vacation,” they said
“Can you do them up cheap?”
Like a dummy I mumbled
“I’ll stay up all night
And finish your framing
And make the price right”
And so here I am
On the night before Christmas
I should be home with my family
Eating fabulous dishes
Not stuck at the shop
Not this year, alas
I had promised my wife
It would be the last
I picked up a frame
And my fingers went numb
To take all those orders
Was really quite dumb.
There was glue on my hands
All slimy and sticky
There was so much to do
I had to move quickly
I cut the next mat
And my vision went blurry
I said, “Get a grip man,
You really must hurry”
I hammered the next frame
And started to scream
I had hammered my fingers
This must be a dream
My legs turned to rubber
I started to sway
I looked around quickly
For some place to lay
I felt my wife shake me
She said, “Dear, you were
dreaming”
“You’re keeping me up
With your tossing and turning”
I jumped out of bed
And threw on my jacket
I jumped in my car
And drove in a panic
I ran up to the shop
And to my relief
All the work had been done
For nearly a week
I had worried for nothing
And caused myself fear
It won’t happen again
At least ’til next year.
Joel Lively
Wilman Art Framing
Dallas
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