The Day after Christmas

The Day after Christmas

A Poem by Alfred Kukitz
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Celebration day 2

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The Day after Christmas

It's a Friday of sorts
Sun showing a face of shine,
Thirty degrees nips around uncovered faces
Long Johns makes an invisible appearance
Puffs of warm air breathe the atmosphere
Many noses jog in the cold air
Hankies offer a break from the races
It's a day after Christmas
and all the toys have found homes
in children's arms.

© 2014 Alfred Kukitz


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It is sweet the kind of sweet you are made of Ana. Thanks for the visit.

Posted 9 Years Ago


The day after almost feels more magical to me. The day of is so busy and hectic.
I enjoy the quiet solitude that follows. Admiring the tree, sipping on coffee or cocoa, remembering...
Enjoyed this one.

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Added on December 26, 2014
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Tags: Christmas, toys, homes, Friday

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Alfred Kukitz
Alfred Kukitz

Deering, NH



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