The Calm Before the Storm

It’s the Sunday before Christmas.
There’s peace in the air.
No jingle-jangle chorus driving me nuts,
just some nice Classical–
Greensleeves and the like.
I’ve been to the store for a couple things
and back home again. Slowly.
The day is mine. No scrubbing.
No dusting. No cooking. No pushing.
No agonizing that every blasted thing is in its place
for the extravaganza coming at me.
This is a Special Christmas, you see.
My son is bringing his beloved to meet us.
But his happiness does not hinge
on my housekeeping, my Shepherd’s Pie.
Not today anyway.
Today is for me and
the sweet, sweet peace I’m floating in.

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About boomergirl47

Retired from the University of South Florida. Love reading, writing, hiking, nature, music, birding, puttering around the house and yard, doing things with my grandsons and spending time with my beau on his beautiful 22 acres in north central Florida.
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