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
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Love this one!
Thanks for dropping by Sandy, I’m glad you liked the poem, and I hope your family gatherings were a little more civil.
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.
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!
There always has to be poo doesn’t there?
lol
Great one, TJ!
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…
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.
I see you have also fully embraced the Christmas spirit – or several now empty bottles of the stuff anyway…
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!
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.
This pretty much sums up the post-Christmas sentiment. Thanks, TJ. I enjoyed it.
Hi Marianne. Thanks for dropping by. I’m glad you enjoyed the poem, and I hope you enjoyed your Christmas too…
Adorable poem, TJ. And I’m with Pat, I’m shocked at all the “og” rhymes.
It was a bit difficult the brain cells to jog,
And get inspiration to turn the cogs…
lol, love it!
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. 