What Does Boxing Day Mean To Me?

What Does Boxing Day Mean To

Me?

what does

Boxing Day really mean to me?

Christmas’s gone;

now left behind you see,

crumpled paper all over place,

kiddie toys left strewed around

and marooned all over ground,

Christmas cards on string,

a swinging in the breeze

doing their thing for now,

before being cast aside

in environmental rubbish bin.

Christmas tree

has only a forgotten present,

stowed neatly underneath,

before the owner is found on another day

in future,

test cricket on the telly;

always in the background,

and Bill Lawry’s on the mike;

he’s orff identifying pigeons,

in outer reaches

of the MCG,

stubbies;

a now empty of their worth,

champers bottle a reminder

of a headache short of a blinder, much

confusion around the room

will take another day to clean,

fridge still full of Chrissie fare,

all left from yesterday,

bits and pieces of turkey on the bone,

Woollies’ ham in wrapper,

another day or two will evaporate

on many toasted sangers,

chicken still on carcasses,

will make salads for munches

over the next day or two,

tossed salads all going limp;

they were nice yesterday fresh,

week old prawns will give a miss,

fruit salad sadly lacking punch,

pavlova still looks a tempting though,

Lion’s fruit cake still in box unopened

now a counting the cost

of too much food on plate,

and luckily for me

gym membership in gift card as present,

in order to try out on future course,

and will have to take back

if I can find scrunched up docket,

missing somewhere in pocket,

of missus’s inner garment

way, way too short for occasion

of being tempted in the moment,

will be one of many returned,

as unsatisfactory in length,

when a riding up around rib cage,

and at no stage

did the bloody thing fit over boobs?

and remember friend,

tis only 365 days to go

when it all comes around again…...