It’s Boxing Day and what to blog?
We’ve eaten a third of the turkey, and barely touched the hog…
The family’s out in the rain for their annual slog,
Filling their lungs with city-park smog.
Aunty’s sprout allergy kicked in – she’s on the bog,
We’ll call the plumber later for the much needed de-clog.
Junior’s new puppy just laid another Christmas log,
Or is that Junior2′s joke plastic analogue?
Uncle is comatose from too much grog,
His still-lit pipe pouring out that noxious fog.
Teenagers, unsatisfied, digest the catalogues,
All thoughts of love, and selfless giving – empty epilogue.
Boxing Day leaves only the young at heart still agog,
To carry forward their joy of giving into next year’s dialogues.
. —♥—
“Boxing Day – A Christmas Poem” by T. James, © December 2011.
Image by pancaketom offered royalty free from stockfresh.com
16 comments
December 26, 2011 at 7:13 pm
Love this one!
December 28, 2011 at 10:50 pm
Thanks for dropping by Sandy, I’m glad you liked the poem, and I hope your family gatherings were a little more civil.
December 28, 2011 at 10:24 pm
Your lovely, heart-warming family gathering beats the hell out of my boxing work day post-flu crowd-bouncing adventure. Merry Ho Ho. And to all, a good night.
December 28, 2011 at 10:57 pm
No one should have to crowd-bounce on Boxing Day, or get the flu. Still, ’tis the season to be jolly tra-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la!
December 29, 2011 at 2:40 pm
There always has to be poo doesn’t there?
lol
Great one, TJ!
December 29, 2011 at 9:05 pm
Poo is intrinsically funny, just ask my four year old.
Besides there are few things in life that are certain, except poo, death, and taxes…
December 29, 2011 at 7:16 pm
Christmas what a time of year,
When we all sup way to many beers,
And munch on peanuts at oh so many bashes
And spend hours on the loo with the pebble dashes.
A great homage TJ. Have fun.
December 29, 2011 at 9:09 pm
I see you have also fully embraced the Christmas spirit – or several now empty bottles of the stuff anyway…
December 29, 2011 at 10:19 pm
Great poem! Can’t believe you found so many words to rhyme with ‘og’ and make them into a Christmas poem! Nicely done! And enjoyed the humour!
December 30, 2011 at 12:59 am
Hi Pat, glad you liked it. As a hairy example of the male species my Lingua Franca is Uggish.
As such it was relatively simple even for a testosterone filled mind such as mine to master Oggish.
December 30, 2011 at 1:31 am
This pretty much sums up the post-Christmas sentiment. Thanks, TJ. I enjoyed it.
December 30, 2011 at 5:05 pm
Hi Marianne. Thanks for dropping by. I’m glad you enjoyed the poem, and I hope you enjoyed your Christmas too…
December 30, 2011 at 4:17 pm
Adorable poem, TJ. And I’m with Pat, I’m shocked at all the “og” rhymes.
December 30, 2011 at 5:12 pm
It was a bit difficult the brain cells to jog,
And get inspiration to turn the cogs…
January 4, 2012 at 1:49 am
lol, love it!
January 4, 2012 at 9:56 am
Hai Ku-tee
From someone as well versed 
as you in the poetic, it’s great to know my efforts register positively on your meter. 