Poem: After Xmas

A poem about the most wonderful time of the year…right after Christmas

it’s quiet — and I like it.
Exchanged a book today, and the guy
behind the counter said, “uh-oh,
this looks ominous”. I told him
I was returning a copy of a book
I’d already bought from him, which could
only mean he, me, and the gift-giver
all had excellent taste.

After that, I stopped.
That was enough for today.