I can really relate to the ending on this piece, Fee. Happy New Year.
Sheila

this is lovely, whimsical, and real - i can relate nd i love it!

Love it...I know there is a great word i want to use for this, but sadly my writer's brain cannot think of it right now :-)

ann

by the title I thought darlin Santa Fee had given birth!!!!!!!! :)) xx Well, guess you have, in many ways... to much joy and many poems!

... Funny... I have been doing the packing-up today and feel GREAT!!!!!!! Like I've had a long, hot shower and good hairwash!! Can't be waitin for that sluggish snow-plough darlin... The heat from my racing bare feet is already tearin up the tarmac and I'm ready to rock! Look hard and just around the corner is that mischievous little cherub with a bow in his hands, waiting round the block to get'cha! Don't get rid of those scarlet under-drawers just yet, Valentine...!! Great poetry, Felix; your lines convey such natural thought patterns effortlessly. xx

I hate it when I have to put away the decorations, it's sad. You captured it well Fee.

I love this. I hope you find that which you are looking for and have yet to find.

...reclining in a rocker
sippin some rasberry brandy
join me?
grabbin another snifter...Vickie

I think we all go through it Fee. We get so excited preparing for it and then it's G O N E. Great write.

Love ya face Cuz XOXOXO, Rose

I can see you're already gettin Cabin Fever, and there's a long, long winter yet ahead. Mine usually sets in about the middle of January. Think Spring!

LOVELY!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

Now that Santa got free time...should we be opening that jug of moonshine?

EDvard, Ole Cuz from the South

When all the fuss is over, it's just bare winter.
What next? :)

Axilea

I never bothered, so I didn't have to bother...lol
Hugzzz
CP

Ooohhh...that old empty feeling inside. It's bad. And the cold weather doesn't help. Reality is highly overrated. Love it. Liz

lovely poem, take care

Getting to the real heart of the matter, seasonal woes, sometimes it all is just a show, and then reality hits us like a ton of icicles, freezing us out, only for awhile, and then the path is cleared for spring's greenery when our personal lives seem to shift, dollars appear from magic crystal balls and we can fix finances, live on less, love more...Felix, it's just a matter of time before you spring back...sending you love and good karma for the New Year!

Love,
Sage

hmmmm? Wonder what life would be like with a crystal ball...only time tells...great images and feel to this chapter after Christmas
~Chrissie~

Ah! Lovely lyrical write, Fee. But looking toward the future brings feelings of anxiety and stress.....we can only live in this moment.

Hugs,
Anna