Post Christmas Stupor

The day after Christmas, alone with my spouse,
An anticlimactic type air filled the house.
No presents were opened and tossed to one side.
No dishes from feasting were piled up high.

Hubby in his Snuggie, and me with my book
Sat down for our coffee, at each other looked.
For Christmas this year, we agreed not to do it –
Just a day like the rest, take the year off and cool it.

Christmas, we noted, was a little too hectic,
Advertizing, greed, and glut wholly wrecked it.
So we sat there, we two, with our coffee to drink it,
Deep down there was guilt, yet we tried not think it.

No lights on the house, and no Christmas marquees,
No twinkling branches, or brightly lit trees.
No gingerbread cookies, or baking, or pastries.
Our bills gas and electric, at least will be tasty.

So we sat there, we two, in a post-Christmas stupor,
Thinking of past yuletide big spending bloopers.
For tomorrow, we knew, all our holiday blues
Would be gone in an instant – for Hawaii we’d cruise!

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