The last day,
Dead trees, once worshiped
clothes with lights and trinkets
dumped in gardens,
we will have to face grey days
without lights, cake, chocolate and sparkle,
while the sun only appears for a short time
showing it's fragile lovely light.
The hangover starts
with that unwanted half a stone
and looming credit card bills,
the unloved gifts
and lingering resentment
Winter rumbles on.
As we lunge for desperate bargains
and regret the things we bought
yet the unwanted gifts
and petty squabbles
show we are lucky
the love and healing
mean so much more.