‘Twas The Days After Christmas ©Dawn Minott

On By Dawn MinottIn Poetry

‘Twas the days after Christmas, and all through the towns
Hearts turning grey, like winter, cast down

Stockings stuffed heavy, now dangling bare
All they contained distributed with care

Gifts quickly losing their “must have” splendor
Owners eyeing the next “thing” to give ‘em pleasure

Twinkling lights and all their shimmer
Turned off, unplugged, leaving spaces dimmer

Trees stripped down, discarded on curbs
Christmas packed away, leave undisturbed

‘Till next year’s frenzy, forgetting the reason
Is Jesus left behind, till next Christmas season?

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24 thoughts on “‘Twas The Days After Christmas ©Dawn Minott”

  8. harripat's avatar harripat

    Hi Dawn. When I read this I remembered the line in a Christmas song which says, ” I wish this Christmas feeling would exist among all people through the year.”
    All the fuss for one day. It has come and gone. What remains is the reason for the season.

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