Micropoetry Monday: Christmastide Couplets

The Christ child has gone from babe to man,
His birth and death now lauded more than His life itself.

The Yuletide glow of silver and gold has dimmed from shine to frost,
whilst the resolutions of the New Year prepare to rewrite one’s storyline.

Twas the night of Christmas, when all through the house,
that leftovers in the fridge drew leftover guests like a mouse.

The Christmas trees remaining are like looking into the past,
the holiday clearance shelves, the regifted future.

On Boxing Day, the focus shifted,
the spirit of giving and thanksgiving, lifted.

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