Old Habits
The day after Christmas
Each year, without fail,
I hunt down my calendars
Since they're on sale.
I head to the bookstore
And search through the racks
For the wall-hanging ones
Then I look through the stacks
Of the page-a-day versions;
I purchase both kinds
And I won't leave until
I'm content with my finds.
Could I buy them before
And the sales disregard?
Well, the answer's "Of course!"
But old habits die hard.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2019
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