Merry Posting Christmas!

It's 1:15 and all is well!
I imagine that if I
really did have three children,
one girl age 13,
twin boys age 6,
that this would be the moment I would
finally be finished
with the last of the bows . . .

and that I would have never
touched Atwood all day.

And that I would be happy.
Full of Hope.

[until Christmas fatique and anti-climax
set in at about 8:00am--
then I'd see a broken toy,
lost pieces, missing batteries,
heaps of papers and ribbons,
my partner dozing on the sofa,
chocolate smeared faces,
and the cinnamon rolls quietly burning in the oven]