Personal, Poetry

Dear After-Christmas Leftovers

I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas celebration. We did. We even had a white Christmas, something of a novelty in this southwest corner of Canada.

Now that 2022 is almost upon us, do you find yourself looking ahead, perhaps crafting resolutions and setting some goals for the next 12 months? I do. Not uncommonly these resolves involve food, in the spirit of this ditty I wrote in 2016.

Eggnog sketch, December 31, 2019

Dear After-Christmas Leftovers

Few days ago before the Christmas feast
I eyed you, in your cling-wrap-covered bowls
and labelled cartons, with anticipation.

On that night I gave your contents unrestricted
access, made a holiday food exception
in all its buttery, crispy, tart and tasty,

stuffing, turkey, cabbage-rolly
glory—then savoured
trifles of cake, eggnog, those very

rich chocolates filled with brandy
downed with sips of creamy
fresh-brewed coffee.

But now I view your half-full cartons
with a different eye, though they still
tease and mock: “A spoonful

of cold dressing, dollop of cranberry
doesn’t really count. Surely you wouldn’t
throw out half a dessert!”

I’m sorry, but I would.
We’ve had our little fling
although just days ago
I said yes to everything.

© 2017 – by Violet Nesdoly (All rights reserved)

And now, to all who read here, I wish you a HAPPY NEW YEAR!

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