Yearly, in America

Yearly, in America
Fall leaves turn to dust under costumed footfalls.
Girls-gone-greedy yell, “I’m a princess!” at clueless candy-givers
And ask for extra pieces for their “brothers” instead of saying, “Thank you.”
Hopped-up children with belly aches terrorize classrooms
In efforts to hock the raisins, Bit-o-Honeys, and Mary Janes
That unfortunately landed in their plastic pumpkins.
Three weeks later, tired teachers find respite
With Grandmothers stuffing bellies with turkey.
Men in eating-pants are greeted by Granny and her cinnamon broom
Swatting kitty-contraband out of sneaky paws.
In the other room, five-year-olds find out ham comes from pigs
And refuse to eat for the rest of their lives. 
Thanks is given for the “TOUCHDOWWN!” on TV
Since cousins out back are getting wedgies instead of goals.
Meet, eat, and repeat. 
A month later, full-to-popping families roll to bed to wait for Santa.
Inflatable snowmen and wire reindeer greet the fat man,
And families give heartfelt farewells to homeless fruitcakes nationwide.


Murrells Inlet, SC

Amanda Marsico is the tea-sipping, cat-cuddling, chocolate-sneaking author of Humans In My House (middle-grade fiction), and Acephalous (YA drama); owner of Red Ink Enthusiast, a writing services company; and professor of English and Composition. When she’s not swimming in post-it notes, she’s crafting, baking, or enjoying the beach.

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