The minute Christmas Day expires, the decor
is strone in piles--amidst the plastic bins
with lids. At once inspired, today is dull,
and lifeless and worn. I plan a route to reach
the nearest thrift, Goodwill, or trash. I pack
the clutter neatly before the emptiness is seen--
or blames befalls to me.
9/16/23 Leander, TX
Even though I love to decorate for Christmas, once the holiday is over, the decorations seem cluttery to me. This poem gave me a chance to express a little bit of that feeling.
