I’m dreaming of an unplugged Christmas
Like all the Christmases of old
Where we’d sit and babble
Play a game of Scrabble
And no iPads were bought or sold.
 
I’m dreaming of an unplugged Christmas
Just like our Christmas used to be
Grandpa read from the good book
There was no Kindle or Nook
And the only thing glowing was the tree.
 
I’m dreaming of an unplugged Christmas
Like back when Google was hardly a word
Frosty was a new guy
There was no WiFi
No one texted, and tweets came from a bird.
 
I’m dreaming of an unplugged Christmas
Just like the ones we used to know
May your holidays be filled with love and cheer
And may you have a wonder-filled New Year!

Jill Pertler is an award-winning syndicated columnist, playwright and author of “The Do-It-Yourselfer’s Guide to Self-Syndication” Email her at pertmn@qwest.net; or visit her website.