Day After Christmas
It is the day after Christmas and Santa’s feet are soaking.
He is not a druggie, or he might be seriously toking.
Mrs. Claus and the elves are exhausted too.
None of them are wearing a slipper or a shoe.
Their feet are soaking, and they are fast asleep.
Their dreams parading in the clouds which the angels keep.
Santa Claus worked all night with little relief in sight.
Merry Christmas to you, he said. And to all a good night.
But today is his day to drink eggnog with cheer.
Before he begins another rigorous year!
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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