It is the day after Christmas
and already its gone.
Completely
and utterly
gone.
The radio return to
repetitive Christian lyrics
and
Beethoven,
Mozart,
and
Bach,
resume they're place
at the top of the playlist.
The dying tree is thrown outside,
while tinsel,
ornaments,
and
lights,
are packed neatly away.
The meat disappears
off the Christmas turkey.
leftover stuffing,
mashed potatoes,
and
creamed corn,
are close to being gone.
Secrets are no longer.
whispers,
shutting doors,
and
the crinkle of wrapping paper,
are heard no more.
The hope of snow
diminishes
and
the ring of Christmas bells
fade into the distance...
Merry Christmas, My Dear Followers!
<3 Eva
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