(c) 2017 Edward York
The season's finally ended,
Wrapping paper on the floor,
Some gifts have been set aside,
To take back to the store.
Little hands have grown idle,
As the excitement starts to fade.
The gifts have all been delivered,
The toys have all been played.
Chaos has turned to calm,
As we all turn to rest.
The time that's spent with Family,
Is the time that's spent the best.
So nap time will be coming,
As we gathered in our fleece.
Wishing that the entire world,
Could experience such a peace.
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Author:
lasergraph (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Gifts have been opened, wrapping paper cleared away, toys assembled and food consumed. Back to as close to normal as we get.
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Comments3
Good write and lovely pic laser.
Wonderful write! A lovely pic! Your last few lines are beautiful sentiments.
Good write and very true Edward, the rush is over and wonderful family time is back with us.
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