[The prompt a few days ago suggested writing a poem and then reversing the order of the lines. This is what I wrote. Try reading it backwards for a bit of fun.]
Advent calendar village with all doors and windows open
Reblooming Christmas cactus in the middle of the advent wreath
Candles gone, tucked away, burned just slightly lower
Angels on the mantel, more above the mantel
Unmoved by the nativity still life below
Gift bags, box of chocolate truffles, new work gloves
A book or two, no electronics
Under the nativity table
No tree in sight
Several somewhat wilting poinsettias
Poinsettias really are not poisonous
Just early victims of disinformation
If I hear that saccharine sappy ad for donations to some animal charity
One more time, I swear
As I lay on the sofa surrounded by old Christmas
AAARRRHHHGGGG I shall go mad
I might smash mom’s TV
I will spare the neighbors at least
Every decoration so carefully placed a few weeks ago
So enjoyed through celebrations and quiet times
Now somewhat hackneyed, overdone, trite, tiresome
The old year fast fades
No new year yet brightens hope