I love this week between Christmas Day and New Year’s Day! After the busy time of shopping and gifting and cooking and hosting, it’s wonderful to sink back into the chair of “it’s all over!”
These days do have their hazards, though. This little breakup note to the Christmas leftovers is a poem I wrote a year ago today.
Dear After-Christmas Leftovers
Three 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,
poultry, stuffing, cabbage-rolly
trifles of cake, eggnog, those very
rich chocolates filled with brandy
melted by sips of creamy
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
though just three days ago
I said yes to everything.
© 2017 by Violet Nesdoly (All Rights Reserved)
This post is linked to Poetry Friday, hosted today by Heidi Mordhorst, who takes us into the wonderful world of trees.