Thanksgiving
Thanksgiving.
We are smiling and living.
In the living room.
Where the cat feels doom.
From everyone trying to give him a pet.
He hisses at everyone yet!
Thanksgiving.
More than shivering.
Even though it’s cold.
The food is quite bold.
Is that gravy for the mashed potatoes?
We feel hunger as it grows.
Thanksgiving.
The doorbell endlessly rings.
They enter, stomping their boots.
Snow is covering the tree roots.
Thanksgiving.
The crowd is growing.
Soon to be leaving.
Sometime this evening.
The cat will give a sigh of relief.
Then we bring out a Christmas wreath.
Christmas.
Comes too fast.
We are considering getting a Christmas tree.
There is no reprieve.
Until January comes.
Wrapping paper will cut our thumbs.
January.
We start to feel weary.
On New Year’s Day.
There’s not much more to say.
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