It happened already! Someone stole a parking spot right out from under my blinker. Well, tis the season. I’m starting to think I need to put chocolate in my glove box and turn what seems to be December’s daily event into a vehicular advent calendar. Each day, whenever a car nabs my spot, I will think of the Lord Jesus, then open my glove box and pull out a Toblerone single. It won’t be hard. In a temper tantrum fashion, I will have most likely already taken His name in vein, damning a soul to H-E-double hockey sticks. All I need to do is turn my thoughts to the spirit of the season and open my chocolate-filled glove box-my own advent “car”-lendar.
As I was looking for Toblerone, I came across a poem I wrote some time ago. It never made it into “Grow with Me Poetry”, but is a perfect fit for this blog. It should give us all a little chuckle and something to remember the next time we run into a thief who steals what we covet-the black asphalt that sits in and between two white lines.
I see it, I see it, it must be for me!
My blinker is on as I wait patiently
Your tail lights come on, now here we go
Oh dear Lord, why are you moving so slow
Look over your shoulder, I need your place
I'll glide right in if you'll exit that space
Slowly your lipstick is applied and perfected
a quick wave to me, yay, I’ve been detected
You were on your way out, time for the switch
All ready to go when there was a big glitch
Just as my foot gently released the brake
I slammed it back down-OH, FOR PETE’S SAKE!
Another fellow just zoomed right on in
Refusing to look at me as committed his sin
Out of nowhere he appeared and to my surprise
Stole what I’d claimed before my brown eyes
But, what goes around comes around I am assured
At the pearly gates, he might just take a tour
Of a heavenly parking lot with one soul space
But two await needing the very same place
Can you guess the one who is sure to land it?
I don't think it will be the parking spot bandit!
Holiday alert: There are 10 Toblerone singles left until Christmas!
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