On the front door
A beautiful wreath once bade welcome, come in
Now it's sagging, held together with a pin
Beneath the tree
Where presents were once in a heap
Now I find pine needles ankle deep
In the refrigerator
Once a feast, a splendid fare
Now a dab of dressing, turkey bones picked bare
At the piano
The music rang out, we gathered round to sing
Now on top I find a dozen egg nog cup rings
On the coffee table
A forgotten Christmas toy
And my feet propped up, recovering from all the joy!
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