The Day After Christmas

 Under the tree is cold and bare,

No sign of the presents

that once lay there.

 

The boughs dip low the needles fall,

The piney fragrance

Missed most of all. 

 

The star on top the first to go,

Then ribbons of red

And green you know.

 

The yearly ornaments oh so dear,  

Wrapped in tissue paper

To use next year.

 

The strings of lights that twinkle and shine,

Go into a bag

That’s tied with twine.

 

The Christmas tree just a memory,

A trail of needles

Marks its legacy.

 

Another Christmas has come and gone,

Oh look: there’s

Still one Cinnabon!!

---Ken Ferguson--

 Artista di Parole