The Forgotten Holiday by Aaron Wiegert

With memory’s dusty abacus
I find myself between
Christmas and Halloween

The radio mentions Black Friday
But says nothing of the Mayans
And Thursday’s the turkey

With pressures of preparation
The warm house awaiting
But never clean enough

The guests arrive with foil
Or plastic covered dishes
And ubiquitous familial smells

Their coats are collected
And placed on the bed
As we settle into the room

Where Lions and Cowboys
Have battled since the relish tray
Of televised time.