Post Series: The Christmas Series: Poem: Today is the last day

Today is the last day,
to wear the red hat,
(at least at home),
and have it be alright.

Tomorrow,
wreaths come down,
lights ball up,
and after presumably many hours,
“Wow, things look empty.”

Today is the last day,
to wear the red hat,
but that is okay,
for though tomorrow,
wreaths come down,
lights ball up,
and things start to look empty,
it is not gone.

Maybe,
unfortunately,
some of it is stored,
in unmarked bins,
to not be found,
until late next year,
but,
it is not gone,
it is still here.
 

Note: This is the last post of The Christmas Series.

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