I went looking for a poem about Christmas cactii and actually found one! The author noted that she has had to rename her Christmas cactus several times - from Thanksgiving, to Christmas to St. Patrick's Day cactus - because the plant has a calendar all its own. Heh! That's a goal of mine - to make and live according to my own calendar!
The Christmas Cactus
All during the Christmas rush
I waited for the thing to come alive.
Eyed it while I gift wrapped scarves,
By New Year's
I vowed to be happy
living with just stems.
Then one day in February-
the worst month of the year,
making up in misery what it lacks in length-
the blooms shot out,
three ragged cirise bells that rang
their tardy Hallelujahs on the sill.
like the girls that shine
and shine at long last
at the spring dance
from their corner of the gym.