Have
you ever spent Christmas in a bar?
Having
drinks and listening to a guitar?
I went
through this one time before.
I
missed my flight and was stuck in Singapore.
There
was a bar in the airport hotel.
I
decided to spend part of my Christmas there.
Some
people were drinking.
Others
were doing karaoke singing.
It
actually turned out to be fun.
There
was gambling, someone yelled ‘’I won.’’
All of
a sudden some guys walked in.
They
had a look with a smirk and grin.
They
were up to something, it was easy to tell.
And at that moment, peace in the bar fell.
A fight
broke out, they struck with their hands.
Blood
was coming out and chaos set in.
The
police arrived and broke it all up.
As they
questioned everyone, we all were stuck.
After
that happened the bar went back to normal.
No one
was nervous, they acted so informal.
Was
this a regular scene in this particular bar?
This
Christmas Day stands out by far.
© Copyright 2013 by Steve Ryan
This is a poem from Steve Ryan's book called, ''Christmas Poetry for Everyone.'' It's available in Bookstores now in Paperback form and on Kindle. Click Here to see it on Amazon.com.
