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.