The After-Christmas Blues

The After-Christmas Blues

A Poem by Bob B

Holiday cheer and hustle and bustle

From Thanksgiving until Christmas Day.

Running somewhat on autopilot…

Sometimes longing to get away…

Embracing the spirit of the holiday season,

I hoped good tidings would stifle bad news.

But now that Christmas is over, I am

Stuck with the after-Christmas blues.

 

Days have been for the most part sunny;

Winters are mild in southern Cal.

Holiday baking would have to be fruitful:

Cookies and candy would boost my morale.

The holiday sweets have all disappeared now.

I didn't gain and I didn't lose.

Fugacious pleasures have left, and now I'm

Feeling the after-Christmas blues.

 

Caught up in the holiday spirit,

For a brief moment I thought there would be

And end to lies, injustice, and hate…

An end to all this insanity.

But no, decorations merely

Hide the truths that we can't excuse,

And once again we hear the sounds

That linger: the after-Christmas blues.

 

Ah, but all things must pass, no?

That is what I find myself saying.

People will open their eyes and they

Will see what the deeper truths are conveying.

Change will come, so let's be hopeful.

Let us all together refuse

To be downhearted. Then we can say

Goodbye to the after-Christmas blues.

 

-by Bob B (12-30-18)

© 2018 Bob B


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Added on December 30, 2018
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