Caren Krutsinger Poet Narrative

no more Christmas juggling

I used to juggle children, grandchildren, pets, and a husband
On my head, under my arm, in the air, twirl, whirl, twist and shout
Not any more
I finally let my superwoman out…

She needed a break.
A relaxing, long, soaking bath
A rest, a pause and playtime too.

I gave away all of my Christmas decorations
Except one small tree
This put my clutter into other’s hands

Now I don’t have to spend three days decorating
and three days undecorating

I bet you are doing a lot of cooking and cleaning at Christmas someone said
No, I told her. I pay my grandchildren off, not to come.
What do you mean?
I give them their Christmas money before Black Thursday,
so they do not feel obligated to come.

Then I can paint, write poems, do what I want over winter break.
That is brilliant! She said.
I think so too. No more juggling.
Peace and quiet, a Christmas treat.

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