Christmas is over. The presents dispersed,
stuffed in the closet - the best with the worst.
The wreathâs no longer hanging on the door.
Even the needles are swept from the floor.
Christmas is over, the treeâs taken down.
My cheerful greeting's now met with a frown.
Radiance that recalled Bethlehemâs light
now packed in the basement far from eyesight.
Christmas is over, the eggnog is gone.
No Santaâs reindeer sit out on the lawn.
No sugarplum fairies dance in my head.
Theyâre stored with the angel under the bed.
Christmas is over. It doesnât seem fair.
Itâs too short a season to show that we care.
Why canât it last throughout the whole year?
No less than the Bible says âbe of good cheer!â
Iâm gonna write Santa; hereâs what Iâll say:
Make every day Christmas ⌠but not on Tax Day!
An entry for "Monthly Poetry Contest"
Prompt: âChristmas Is Over.â Must be used in the poem and needs to stand out in the poem!
Word Count: 141
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