Twas the Day After Christmas

Twas the day after Christmas, and all through the house,
There were boxes, and presents, all thrown about.
Toy Geo Trax, plastic fruit, kitchen items galore,
Opened and scattered all over the floor.

Parent proof packaging crumpled in a ball,
Meant for trash in the basement, but still in the hall,
Boxes from and Lego sets, Bakugan too,
Many for me, and for them, and for you.

Mom got her slippers, and boy they are nice,
Cause I’ll need to be standing on them more than twice,
There’s turkey pans, platters, and many a plate,
To be put away quickly before it gets late.

Not too many dishes, Dad saved me from those,
He stayed up late washing, while I cleaned the kids’ toes,
Cause Anna had candy cane stuck in her hair.
I guess once a year she can have them, that’s fair.

It was overwhelming when we came down the stairs,
And 42 tools, doctor sets, dolls and their wares,
Were mixed with the boxes, and books and all those.
But all in good fun it’s ok I suppose,

For Christmas is time for sharing and fun,
And toys are a plenty, when there’s not much sun,
We have Winter Solstice so up go the lights,
To twinkle, and sparkle, and attract our sight.

For nothing is better than seeing the eyes,
Of boys and girls wondering what is the surprise,
That arrived in the night when they were asleep,
Along with lots of good things they can eat.

One hundred forty two pictures we take,
So we can remember the smiles they make.
We love them so much, and they love us too,
The children and family, Merry Christmas to you!