'Tis the Day After Christmas

'Tis the day after Christmas and all thru the house,

Every creature is stirring, except for the spouse.

The stockings are empty – no one seems to care

That all of the contents are tossed everywhere.

The children are cranky, mischief runs thru their heads

So the parents don’t think they should go back to bed.

If the household would settle and most take a nap,

Cleaning the messes would then be a snap.

The mom is most certainly tired of the clutter

But not one word is she likely to mutter.

Maybe to Walmart she could drive in a dash

To return all the stuff that Dad ‘Santa’ did smash.

With so much commotion, no one would know.

She might even find some bargains to stow

In her great secret place, so the frowns of her dear

She’d have no silly reason to watch for and fear.

From mark-downs and clearances she’d have her pick.

To pull all that off would be oh, so slick!

But he would be quick to point fingers and blame

When he discovered not even one cent to their name.

Surely he would yell and call her a vixen

And she’d have a lot to worry about fixin’.

So she speaks not a word and gets straight to her work,

All the time thinking her hubby’s a jerk.

But he’s sneezing and coughing and blowing his nose;

Miserable from his head to his toes.

The children grow weary of all the new toys

And soon all are blessed with the ceasing of noise.

The kids head to bedrooms plumb out of sight

As Mom and Dad settle for a long peaceful night.

They eat some pie slices topped with a cherry

And marvel they all had a Christmas so merry.

May all of you be full of grins and elated

To see this tale ending ‘cause it’s abbreviated.