Another holiday has passed,
with food galore
and children shrieking
like the wild banshees they are-
Or occasionally,
tigers and wolves
and whatever other creatures
they were pretending to be.
Seven small children
make an infinite amount of noise,
And yet somehow
we managed to talk and eat and laugh.
The warmth of a house
full of people creating memories,
anticipation of future holidays ahead.
A yawn escapes after a long day,
and we fall asleep with food in our bellies
and love in our hearts.