boots, socks,… and no books!

Perhaps it was

the new v tasteful knitwear, the lush and meaningful momento’s,
the boxes, the aftershave,
the plastic, the paper, the ribbon and bubble-wrap too,
the fudge, the welcomed chocolate orange, the seasonal bottles,
and mother’s strange ‘stocking-filler-contents’ for all possible medical ailments !!

tres leches for sister
one leche alone wouldn’t do
the coffee, the shloer, the wine
the amazing most comfortable chunky boots from my girl, pictures abounding too….
no books…… and even more mysteriously no journals!
7 segments left and I can’t quit
although I’m wrung out and spent.
marinated, roasted and done-in-with-the-sight-of-turkey!!
so in this idle between one holiday and the next
I’m ducking out, trying to find the rest button
to quietly come undone
because every year is the same and I know it:
joy is simple
its everything we do to find it is complicated.