Twas the Morning Post-Christmas…

Twas the day after Christmas, when all through the house
Holiday stress lifted, guests removed, I degaussed,
De trop recollections oscillate in my head:
Prodigious gelling complete, once all overfed
When mum removes her hearing aids she converses
Smiling, nodding, I’m immune to her transverses   
My oldest spawn waddles, due-date looms, lungs smothered
Twas yesterday, she was the baby I mothered
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Football was the perfect background noise, distraction 
Referee bias prompted overreactions.
Small gifts exchanged prompting laughter and some disgust
“Flarp noise putty” - when tête-à-tête needs to adjust 
Leftovers disbursed, table cleared, removed spare chair 
Wrapping paper tossed out, I unclipped my blue hair
Torn away back support, then kicked off platform boots 
Self perceived need for a height advantage now moot
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Since last year, life’s so altered, it’s hard to conceive
What next will bring, what we’ll celebrate and grieve