‘Tis the season for all the fun!
Say the smiles on the boxes from Amazun
Boxes piling so high they block the sun
And now my house is dark and overrun
By cardboard shapes for everyone
That big one there is for my son
My daughter gets that tall rectangular one
She tried to see who it was from
I muttered “there are hundreds more coming, does it matter, hun?”
Because really it’s only just begun
For December is a marathun
But this is a race that can’t be won
As I’m buried alive one by one
Box upon box until I’m numb
Barely breathing, heart pounding like a drum
Staring at the smiles on the boxes from Amazun
Remembering ‘tis the season for all the fun.
Roberta Frosty