Twas the day after Christmas
And all through our house
Not a soul was stirring
Not even my spouse.
The gifts that had been
Placed under our tree
Had all been opened
And viewed with such glee.
The tree and the tinsel
Had been put all away
There they’d sit in storage
For some future day.
Now my spouse is a rising
And he’s off to the course
His day is spent golfing
And shouting “fore” til he’s hoarse.
But it was at work
That I could be found
And of course we have
No snow on our ground.
Yes, this is how Christmas
In Florida is spent
Where temperatures are so warm
We could sleep in a tent.
But we wouldn’t trade it
For your cold air and snow
We love the Florida sunshine
The warm breezes that blow.
And now we are nestled
All snug in our bed
While visions of next Christmas
Dance around in our heads.
Yes, Christmas is over
We say to friends so dear
It’s almost time for us
To greet the brand New Year.
A time for new beginnings,
To reflect on things gone by
Before we even realize we’ll be saying
“It’s almost Christmas” with a sigh.
~Author...Vi-Linda Kitchene~
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