Christmas is over. The presents dispersed,
stuffed in the closet - the best with the worst.
The wreath’s no longer hanging on the door.
Even the needles are swept from the floor.
Christmas is over, the tree’s taken down.
My cheerful greeting's now met with a frown.
Radiance that recalled Bethlehem’s light
now packed in the basement far from eyesight.
Christmas is over, the eggnog is gone.
No Santa‘s reindeer sit out on the lawn.
No sugarplum fairies dance in my head.
They’re stored with the angel under the bed.
Christmas is over. It doesn’t seem fair.
It’s too short a season to show that we care.
Why can’t it last throughout the whole year?
No less than the Bible says “be of good cheer!”
I’m gonna write Santa; here’s what I’ll say:
Make every day Christmas … but not on Tax Day!
An entry for "Monthly Poetry Contest"
Prompt: “Christmas Is Over.” Must be used in the poem and needs to stand out in the poem!
Word Count: 141
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