HAPPY HOLIDAYS

Flicker in Sandy's yard
Photograph by Sandy Cook

’Twas the night after Christmas.

And all through the house.

Everyone slept.

Even the mouse.

The stockings that were hung

Now lay on the floor.

Santa’s gone.

There’ll be no more.

So many guests.

So many laughs.

So much food.

Might have to fast.

Paper and ribbons

And boxes galore.

TV on.

What’s the score?

Leftover ham.

Hmmm, a sandwich.

Jell-o salad.

Some more pie.

Hot cocoa.

Tamales and frijoles.

Hot toddy.

Angels soar.

Watch the little ones.

Play with the toys.

Lots of photos.

Lots of noise.

No white Christmas.

Not this year.

Rain is the gift.

Here.

And there.

Christmas candles.

Christmas cheer.

Christmas prayers.

Christmas care.

May it last all next year.

Giving and helping.

Bowing the head.

Being kind.

May the hungry be fed.

May the generous abound.

A smile be shared.

A helping hand.

A listening ear.

A glistening night.

Starry bright.

Crystal clear.

Happy New Year.

That’s Mason.

 

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Renee Walker is a poet, writer, and real estate broker on the Square with her canine assistant, Buster.  

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