Quiet
Christmas Day is quiet –
Traffic’s light and stores are shuttered.
All the hype preceding it
Has fizzled out and puttered.
Families turn inward
And the streets are near deserted.
Temptations from the outside world
Are easily averted.
If you took all the Sundays
And you rolled them in a ball,
They might finally rival Christmas –
It’s the quietest of all.
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