my earliest retrospective Yule Tide memories circa mid 1960’s

upon contemplating how to accessa lapsed half century woolworth

didst weigh more'n five and dime

afore i hove up existential ante bell and clapper journeys

truncated, predicated, conjugated on abundant buoyant chant

eyelids gently shuttered while seated in an easy chair,

a grant from anonymously disposed rubbish

to schlep this accoutrement did enduce a pant

cuz, this mid dull ledged papa no spring rooster,

and now easily became ensconced with scant exertion

enveloped within comfortably numb meditative state tant

a mount to hypnosis, which quickly quietly,

and quintessentially evoked bliss stirred wordsmith hood succomb

to an altered state, analogous to virtual reality, a hiss

ability sans, remembrance of things past,

whereby with negligible mental effort wuss

sold magical mindbending arch, whereat a

(rainbow like emulation mode), this miss sing Whoosh DID NOT require

much cerebral exertion from me to pry loose avast treasure trove

of locked precious childhood memories

visited by hindsight aye could see long since stowed away,

yet methought Xmas theme would re

mind this baby boomer prithee (encased in nearly inpenetrable

thick gauzy cobwebs, and huge droning spy ware spiders did flee thence,

with a figurative brush of hand, a simulacrum curtain

pulled back, whence glee son shone vis a vis, cuz,

an illusory chink of light shed forth where he

upon forgotten one favorite nursery rhyme lyrics,

which faux holographic beam recollected

as if momentarily carried back to me own ole Virginny

hide deem stood atop raised causeway immersed

golden raiment trickling threnody ream hinged present

with distant past, that temporarily static surreal moment in time stream

the best part of existence, thence I became alive

from dormant state, an anachronistic meme now,

asper the following afore alluded ditty hie

now aim harmoniously exultant exuding

humming bird of a boy, whose unspoken name

means gift, how came I to share such minutiae

(when original intent bespoke zeroing to ground zero,

when this ache king hippie merely thought

to elaborate about Christmas excitement then),

which unexpected meandering bore me aloft back

to nursery school days and didst claim thine parents on namesake,

which elated mood in tandem with real or imagined gurgling did frame

that moment reminded vision of particular words

and simple tune sang during along as a game

with make believe friends Harnie and Dinnie,

who would coon sitter this poem lame joie de vivire,

way before existence teetered and tottered

the brink of self shame, whence psychological snowball effect,

no rhyme nor reason could tame!

Now adieu whilst rickey rockety quirky one man team

doth recite the words while reveling poignantly

this pastiche long an unraveled seam

row row row your boat gently down the stream

merrily merrily merrily merrily life is but a dream.