Breaksing Day

And with that, the steam is gone
The air let out, the lining lon.
The goose is nothing more now but gristle
And grease and down, and maybe a thistle.

But, hey the stores are open now,
And we can go out and shop around,
Or return those things we didn't like,
Assuming we don't mind the hike.

But candles gone, one thing remains,
And it is not the bowl of Breakmas grains.
It is instead the family, kin,
Without whom I could not begin.

Family is there to help you out,
And give you light when all is doubt.
There is one such member I owe my life,
And that is her: my splendid wife.