The Day After Christmas
‘Twas the day after Christmas
And boxes were piled
With the remnants of gifts
Ripped apart by each child.
The dolls and accessories,
Sports gear and games,
All once wrapped up in paper
That nobody claims.
The presents from grown-ups,
Removed from their bags,
Join in with the packages,
Ribbons and tags.
In the compactor rooms
And outside, by the curbs,
Are what’s left of the bounty
In cities and ‘burbs.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2023
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