December 26th
'Twas the day after Christmas and all through the house
The children were sleeping, too tired to arouse.
When all of a sudden there appeared in the room
Mama in her dustcap, carrying a broom.
She tackled the tree, taking much care
To remove every light, the tree was soon bare.
She packed everything, put it safely away
On a shelf in the attic, until next Christmas Day.
She dragged out the tree, then heaved a big sigh,
Sat down with her coffee and had a good cry.
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