The house was full almost to bursting yesterday with ten adults,
Nine little children eating, drinking, running, shouting, crying,
And parades and football games aflicker on TV. They all have
Gone. The store this morning filled to overflowing with Black
Friday shoppers, roaming aisles aimlessly in babbling knots.
I've come back home, and, now, despite some slight annoyance
Brought on by the wife's insipid Christmas music, calm prevails.
In keeping with the season's cliche, wished for, hardly ever
Found, my world is at peace.