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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