I have been reading “The Night before Christmas” to my daughter every night for the last month, and I felt inspired to write my own New Year poem:
Homewoods 2017 Poem
Struggling ‘round the final bend,
Approaching the finish line,
My heart and head were pounding,
And I was running short on time.
The girth of fudge and fruitcake,
Anchored every step.
Ham and turkey dumplings bounced
And gravy poured like sweat.
I now cursed this foody burden,
The source of my past elation.
Despite excess of yuletide fuel
I was in swift deceleration.
The band struck up a festive tune
For a final time,
And I staggered and collapsed,
Across the finish line.
As I fell a shot rang out,
And I crawled forward with a whine,
To start the race anew,
As the band played “Auld Lang Syne.”
Happy New Year!