A Bee's Night Before Christmas

A Bee’s Night Before Christmas

It was the night before Christmas

And all through the hive

Bees were clustered together

Keeping warm and alive.

Three pairs of stockings

Were glued up for each bee

In the hopes that Santa

Would put gifts under a tree.

Each young bee was snuggled

Way deep in her cell

Dreaming of a honey flow

That the older bees knew well.

The queen was in her chamber

Guard bees sleeping close by

All of them as excited about Christmas

As a swarm on the fly.

The night was clear

The new moon was bright

Everyone knew for certain

Santa would be there that night.

When up on the roof

There rose such a clatter

The queen went with the guards

To see what was the matter.

On the roof they could see

A sleigh full of toys

Most of them for workers

Only one or two for the boys.

Eight bumblebees had been pulling

They made it look hard

Would Santa have the time

To reach each bee yard?

The driver’s face was red

From the cold (I suppose)

And icicles hung down

From the tip of her nose.

Her eyes were coal black

Her mouth made for smiles

She looked a little weary

She had traveled for miles.

Her coat was real thick

Made to keep her warm

Her wings were slightly tattered

From a late summer swarm.

She was quick as she placed gifts

Near where each bee lay

Then she pulled a beautiful tree

From off of her sleigh.

With a wink she said,

“These bumblebees are tired.

I’m looking for workers

Who want to be hired.”

Six volunteers jumped up

(they refused any money)

So she promised they’d receive

Extra stores of honey.

They darted out of the hive

And while they were in sight

Santa Bee buzzed, “A golden Christmas to all,

And to all a good night!”

Over almond orchards and clover

They flew on their way

They finished their task

Before Christmas Day.

Baby Bee's Night Before Christmas

Baby Bee’s Christmas

The hive was snug from the lid to the base.

The entrance was wide open for Santa, (just in case).

All the cracks had been sealed to shut out the cold.

Baby Bee was sleeping and good as gold.

The queen had inspected each and every frame,

Then she lined up her children and addressed them by name.

The youngest ones she checked closely and their noses she wiped.

“Is everything ready for Christmas?” she piped.

“If the decorations are finished, leave on a small light.

Santa Bee will be arriving sometime tonight.”

She ordered a plate of honey and pollen so Santa could be fed.

Then she hugged all her babies and tucked them in bed.

All were sleeping soundly when they heard such a clatter.

Santa Bee had arrived in the midst of a swarm.

His cheeks were all red and he looked very warm.

Dispensing gifts from his sleigh as he raced through the hive,

He was interrupted by a question, “Mr. Santa, can I drive?”

The other bees were shocked that Baby Bee would ask.

Santa Bee chuckled and let her help with his task.

All around the world this magical swarm flew.

Bringing sweet gifts to everyone they knew.

As they left each hive and while they were still in sight,

Baby Bee would shout, “Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”

My Son, Listen to My Words of Wisdom (Part 2)

My Son, Listen to My Words of Wisdom (Part 2)

My son, the time for choosing friends is ripe,

First, you can tell a tiger by its stripes.

A friend can fool you when he growls or talks.

You can discover more by the path he walks.

Others will know you by the friends you choose.

If you don’t pick winners, someday you’ll lose.

If a friend observes danger but pretends he’s blind,

You would be wise if another friend you’d find.

A friend will always tell what is true,

Even when the truth might hurt you.

A friend is there to watch your back,

And he will reason with you if wisdom you lack.

A friend will help when there’s nothing to gain.

A friend will listen and share your pain.

He’ll be there always even unto death.

But a fair weather friend has wasted your breath.

If he doesn’t want you to be better, he’s not a true friend.

Like a drowning swimmer, he’ll pull you down at the end.

Someone who always flatters you has a concealed goal.

He’s shallow and self-serving and playing a role.

Beware if he’s not loyal all the way through.

He’ll sell you out and then desert you.

A friend is there all life to share.

So choose wisely, son, a true friend is rare.

My son, as for girls, your future is bright.

You’ll find contentment if you treat one right.

A girl needs thoughts of love to fill her day.

If she has love she has less reason to stray.

A girl’s world is different from the one you know.

Relationships and emotions help her bloom and grow.

Look in her eyes each and every day.

Her feelings are important. Listen to what she has to say.

Don’t be afraid to show a little romance.

Hold her in the moonlight and laugh and dance.

Your thoughts will remain positive, son,

If you count your blessings one by one.

Tell her she’s beautiful and just what you need,

Then it’s like dancing and you’ll have to lead.

Don’t look for things she might do wrong.

Mention what she does right. Then move along.

There will be days when your cup is half full.

Choose to be positive and life won’t get dull.

Surprise her with flowers, whether picked or bought.

Keep your romance smoldering and the flames hot.

Kiss her each night before you sleep.

A kiss will remind her your love is deep.

Whisper sweet words as you hold her near.

And the wisest of all, son, always be sincere.