Two days after Christmas

I stepped outside my door

No one had their lights on

In my neighborhood anymore

It seem so dark and dreary

And man I thought so lame,

I grabbed my books, got in my car

And straight to “Open Mic” I came.

The cards have all stopped coming

The phone just hasn’t rung

The turkey now picked clean

Seems to taste like pheasant dung.

Two nights ago singing carols I was a wrappin’

Two days later Christmas leftovers I’m a crappin’

Two nights ago we beheld a gorgeous silent night

Two days later now we’re back to the war and the fights

But wouldn’t it be nice if we’d all do what

Our Christmas cards say,

And keep the spirit of Christmas

For longer than a day.

Caryn Suarez

12/27/02