christmas’ last man standing…

by
early evening
little eyes
that
refused to close
the
night before
now
have
sustained blinks
during
the dinner dessert
and
slow motion efforts
to
retrieve
the so sought after toys
strewn
across
the living room floor
as if
members
of
some arctic search party
seeking
small shreds
of
brightly colored paper
and
puppy chewed ribbons
that are
the collateral damage
of
christmas morning’s celebration
of
childhood
and
before one can count
to
four
tired parents
are
fast asleep
in their chairs
as
children
with
visions dancing
in
their heads
revive
and
play
till dawn

 

while they’re packing…

child
you’d better
count the silverware
when
they leave
and
don’t forget
to
count the change
in
your cookie jar
everybody knows
you’ve 
hidden cash
in it
for
years
oh
and you should
go online
and
check the listings
on
ebay
the one labeled
presidential moving sale