What Mom Likes About Christmas: the Day After
Twas the day after Christmas,
The house was a sight,
Full of boxes and wrappings
From treasures last night.
Children, long before daylight
Making loud, noxious noise,
Happily playing
With bright shiny toys.
Mom said, “Thank God it’s over
And not a minute too soon,”
As she dragged out of bed
At the crack of noon.
“I dearly love Christmas,
And all it’s about.
But when it’s all over,
That’s when I shout!”
Copyright © James Tate | Year Posted 2015
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