THE CHRISTMAS DRESS

THE CHRISTMAS DRESS
By: Cynthia DiSciullo and William Zigmont
A Celebration of Delaware ~ Odessa’s Odessa Fire Hall

Oh my, oh me, how incredibly beautiful I will be
The belle of Christmas day, you must come and see
I couldn’t believe it when it came to the very final fitting
Normally no one notices me much, tucked away and sitting
But there was the dress all perfectly woven, all red and green
Enhanced with starched ruffles and tingling bells, I simply preen

Oh my, oh me, how incredibly beautiful I will be
The belle of Christmas day, you must come and see
She put it together with meticulous care, allowing me to watch
She added something shining, the lining, a crimson satin swatch
And there on the very top, puffed and billowed, a brilliant bow
I had heard of such dresses, but not of today, just long ago

Oh my, oh me, how incredibly beautiful I will be
The belle of Christmas day, you must come and see
It’s almost time, I just know it to be, she has come to squeeze
Just to make certain it will fit just right, I hope I don’t sneeze
I stiffen my core, backbone straight, put on my very best face
She just has a little more to do, I peer closely and find it is lace

Oh my, oh me, how incredibly beautiful I will be
The belle of Christmas day, you must come and see
The day has arrived, and there I wiggle as she tugs and toggles
The mirror shows my fine look, the stunning change boggles
Just outside the hall door, I find a matching knitted look on twin tapers
Pretty for sure, but not as beautiful as the dress on me, a roll of toilet paper