The Day After Christmas
with Apologies to
Clement C. Moore
‘Twas the day after Christmas
and all through the house,
Not a creature was helping,
not friends, kids, or spouse
The stockings hung limp like dirty old socks,
and looked down on a room filled with box after box.
The children went home and were snug in their beds
Beloved was hunting with ducks in his head.
And I in my sweat pants with broom in my hand
had just settled in to “deChristmas” the land
But to my amazement what did appear?
New zest for my mission; I kicked into gear
with quick bursts of power like a well-oiled machine
I knew in a moment; must be the caffeine.
More rapid than Tiger running from Elan
I gathered momentum and quick made a bee line
Now mantel! now stairway!
Now trees and the door!
Out holly! out glitter!
Out cookies galore!
To the top of the house, at the end of the hall!
Now put away boxes
Dash away all!
So up to the attic,
(this is hardly a cinch)
I make myself wonder
Am I really the Grinch?
And then in a twinkling , I heard at the door
the children and husband.
They’ve come back for more.
But they heard me exclaim as I ran from their sight
Better get takeout; No dinner tonight!
I hope you all had a very merry Christmas. I did (really :)! I will be joining Susan at Between Naps on the Porch for Metamorphosis Monday. Click on the MM button on the sidebar for some real transformations!