It was the day after Christmas and all through my house
Not a creature was stirring, not a cat, not a mouse
The dog was all settled with me in my bed
And visions of family danced in my head.
The house had been full, Christmas Eve, Christmas Day,
Adults sharing gifts, children at play.
Then came the next day, all quiet and calm
Which to my twitchy soul should have been a great balm.
Instead a great weight fell, rimmed with a dark border
I call the Post Christmas Depressive Disorder.
I’m better today, though, I’m pleased to say.
Two beautiful children are coming to stay.
TV and popcorn and a kiss and a hug
We snuggle together like bugs in rug.
And then tomorrow all through this bright house
Adults and children, maybe even a mouse.
After they leave there returns the dark border
I call the Post Children Depressive Disorder.
Denise A. Carr