'twas the Week After Christmas

'Twas the week after Chrstmas 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 nightcap, carrying a broom. The stockings once hanging on mantle in row, Were picked off the floor, into storage they go. All the glitter of Christmas, now tarnished and torn, Must be removed from the room ere the New Year is born. She tackled the tree, taking some care, To remove every light, the tree was soon bare. She packed everything, put it safely away On a shelf in the basement 'til next Christmas Day. The fine Christmas spirit she'd had, was now flagging., She must clean up the mess to keep it from sagging. She dragged out the tree and then heaved a big sigh, Sat down with her coffee and had a good cry. This was modeled after Clement Clark Moore's, 'Twas TheNight Before Christmas'