Ho Ho Host and Hostess

Holidays bring a thousand ways

to gift, enjoy and visit.

It’s not so hard to tolerate just once a year

now, is it?

I love to hear: “We’ve missed you, Dear.”

And “Oh how you have grown”!

(If only I was still a child,

that wouldn’t make me moan.)

The tabletops are loaded up

with sugar, fats and goo.

The treats are baked and half the guests

Are wishing they were, too.

The jokes and stories make the rounds

once more to our chagrin.

Oh bless the day when all forget

the nincompoops we’ve been.

Torn Christmas wrap and ribbons

are piled up everywhere

while naughty children fight and fuss

and pull each other’s hair.

We eat together, play and stay

until we’ve made a mess.

The hosts are worn completely out;

tomorrow they will rest.

“No More. That’s it. We’re done”,

we swear. “Next time we’re eating out”!

But come next Fall you know we’ll all

forget what that’s about.

Sybilla11/17/2012