THE NIGHT AFTER CHRISTMAS
'Twas the night after Christmas, when all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, except for a mouse.
Which had found tasty tidbits and crumbs on the floor,
Left from Christmas Eve dinner the evening before.
The children, tired and cranky, were tucked in their beds,
With cramps in their stomachs and aches in their heads.
They had fought one another for most of the day,
And were indeed battle-weary when their heads hit the hay.
Sister Suzy had broken both arms off her new doll,
And cracked its poor head on the hard bathroom wall.
Brother John's Tinker Toys had "tunked their last tink,"
And Baby's new rubber ducky got drowned in the sink.
Our new Christmas kitten climbed-up Mama's new drapes,
And the twins had unwound Dad's new videotapes.
Then, Grandma got mad and went home in a huff,
'Cuz Fido attacked and chewed-up her fur muff.
The folks called the cops when they spotted a man,
Climbing up on our roof with a bag in his hand.
He was clothed all in red and looked some suspicious,
But, he smiled and waved, and did not seem malicious.
He escaped from the police in a clean get-away,
Helped by eight antlered creatures and a high-flying sleigh.
They left holes in our roof and knocked-off the rear gutter.
I learned some new words from those my Dad muttered
Well, that was one of those Christmases I'll never forget.
And, like most childhood memories, it stays with me yet.
I wish that your Holidays would be as happy and gay,
But, if not - Don't be sad - There's still New Years Day!
By Ginny Ellis
Copyrighted 1999
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