The Day After Christmas

‘Twas the day after Christmas, when all through the house
Bits of paper and ribbon and toys lay about;
Stockings lay empty on the living room floor
When they had been filled to bursting just two nights before
The children were up far too early and loud
With new Wii games and music nosier than a crowd
The tree stood tall and dark, a ghost of Christmas past
The Yuletide tunes are silent where once they would blast
High calorie foods left my guts in a bind
My movements lethargic and slow in the mind
I stumbled out of bed and stared at the mess
And all the cleanup ahead when I would much rather rest
I rubbed my eyes, contemplating the work it will take
Though I’m on vacation, I could sure use a break.

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