Christmas

Let go! Let go!
of your hats and gloves and coats—
as you count the hours ‘til you go,
of your wrinkled five dollar bill—
that a cousin or nephew filched,
of your composure as tears spill,
to quickly be dried up by meal.
Let go! Let go!
Of eyelids as they fall to night
while adults laugh as they make flight.
Let go. Let go.
For the party is already over.