After Christmas
You’re glad when
the holidays are over
and everyone’s gone home
and the ribbons and wrappings
are balled up in the garbage.
Next year it won’t be a bother
after they drop the lid
and six men wobble you out
to the greensward where your
family cries as you’re lowered.
Never again will you worry
about finding the right gift or
putting the right star on the tree
or getting folks to church on time.
But if He’s not waiting
to greet you on the other side
what will you do, pray tell,
about the one who is.
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Donal Mahoney lives in St. Louis, Missouri.
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