Leftovers fill the fridge too full

The eggnog has gone sour.

The refrigerator light a sad replace

For the glistened Christmas hour.

The walls seem bare and naked now.

The elves have packed it all away.

Cardboard boxes taped and marked

For when they decorate next holiday.

And now the rain has come to call

It pelts against the window pane.

She yearns for just one more sweet glimpse

Into their Christmas once again.

Instead she stands before the fridge.

What meal shall I make of this?

Leftover ham and potatoes mashed,

“Do you just want a sandwich, Kris?”

12/28/2005