Leftover

i came home

worn

tired

sleepy

expecting 

peace and quiet

maybe some leftover

from the christmas dinner 

i missed for work

i opened the door

and there she was

standing

before me

a mistletoe hanging above us

the last thing i see

she swooped me down for a kiss

she lead me to the table

a mug of eggnog, warm to touch

my favorite christmas cake, sliced

her signature slightly-burnt turkey, carved

that heavenly mashed potato, scooped

all ready for me

"this is the leftover?"

she shook her head

as she smiled 

looking

 the hallway

i turned

to see my angels walking

towards me

fresh-eyed, smiling

as they gave me a hug

each

"we just decided to 

have 

a late dinner, instead"

she said

as the four of us sit down

around the table

ready to savour

the food

and

the magical moment 

of Christmas 

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