Some boxes and bows to be thrown out,
Candy pieces strewn all about.
Sticky prints and cookie crumbs
what girls and boys are made of.
No sugar for a cup of hot tea,
Stretched out socks for my cold feet.
Has been jammies from Christmas's past,
it's amazing how long flannel lasts.
A gift card within reach yet so far away,
A mile from everything I need today.
Hope tomorrow is sunny with no rain in sight,
For my old painful body will once again hike.
No gifts to return, I liked them all,
but I really wonder why a set of knives.
Smiles and laughter we once again shared,
rehashing our memories of many Christmas's past.
For four special but short hours,
I once again was part of the family.
I wrote this a couple of years ago.
Tess
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