The wrapping ripped and torn.
Ribbons unraveled and turned into cat toys.
Food lethargy turns everyone comatose.
Minimum energy spent as the kids play
Sometimes quietly, more often not.
Food scraps left as an offering to the holiday gods.
A string of lights blink slowly as the eyelids droop.
No broken candles left lying around.
But the holiday spirit lives on.
Saturn's Premier Poet 