
Once stomachs are happily stuffed with turkey and casseroles,
you can hear the fathers, uncles, and brothers snoring and fighting
over the remaining dinner rolls as well as creative control over the
coveted remote control - while the mothers, aunts, and sisters
share dessert wine and assorted homemade profiteroles.
Leftovers are placed in gallon-sized clear containers,
and the kitchen’s savory aroma is delicately sliced
through with coffee, tea, and pies of all flavors.
The crackling night ends with the lighting of
the nine-foot Christmas tree safely placed
beside the brick fireplace. The youngest
climbs up the ladder and ignites the
gold star which fell from outer space.
The following morning, we gluttoned
terrestrials will enter the dangerous
reaches of cyberspace, and proceed
to spend all of our hard earned
money in the online marketplace.
About the Creator
Kale Sinclair
Author | Poet | Husband | Dog Dad | Nerd | Zen Practitioner
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