Post Christmas Lament

No one ever wrote a carol about the moments after... Faced with a mountain of wrapping Once so carefully placed on a package With tape, ribbons, and bows Now all shreds on the floor Like dead soldiers strewn across a battlefield Fat and lethargic from Christmas Eve dinner Resentments start rolling in like a wayward storm "They never called to say thank you." The thoughts fester like flies in the kitchen Because no one felt like doing the dishes Last night Last night? Too much whiskey A glass of Pinot Noir And more whiskey And wash pieces of pie down with a nice German Riesling 3 glasses More whiskey More pie Reflecting on the moments that brought joy Children enjoying their toys "He's young though...one day he'll want more than I can furnish There will probably be some level of disappointment...Guaranteed" The bracelet didn't fit the wife So she will return it For something completely different Something I didn't pick After time and research...thinking, "This is the gift that will make her smile again." But all in all As I struggle to pull myself out Of this self-made pile of excrement I realize that I love I am loved And all the spirit is killed by the excess of the Holiday Not the day itself I find the meaning Perhaps different from yours And I smile...saying, "Merry Christmas." And I mean it I really do.