Poem: So, This Was Christmas?

A Boxing Day poem

We were up early because the kids still get
excited. It will be sad when they don’t, and
the coffee was good.

Not many for lunch, a few more for dinner.
The same platitudes about not buying
so much next time, and all the bloody

wrapping paper! But it was quiet on
the drinks. Quiet in general, until the
Karaoke machine made a few new

memories, and videos we’l…