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.
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