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‘Twas the Night After Christmas

‘Twas the night after Christmas and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even my spouse.
The stockings were thrown on the floor without care,
A sign that St. Nicholas had lately been there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of Hatchimals danced in their heads.
I’d flung off my bra, changed out of my dress,
And donned some old sweatpants to clean up the mess.

The house was a wreck from our celebration.
I needed some strength and some motivation.
I stepped over boxes and bows on the floor,
Tore my way to the fridge and threw open the door.

There was leftover ham and a dry turkey thigh,
Cold mashed potatoes, pieces of pie.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But a carton of egg nog, liquid holiday cheer!

So creamy and smooth and instantly liked,
I knew in a moment, it must have been spiked.
More rapid than eagles I downed one or two
And then I was sure what I needed to do.

“In boxes! To storage! Yes, this is the plan!
To the attic! To recycling! To the garbage can!
From the wreath on the porch to the elf in the hall,
Now throw away! Stash away! Pack away all!”

As dry leaves that fly when you open the door
(Since they’ve come in on boots and I’ve not swept the floor),
So around my house I flew
With boxes and bins, and my eggnog too!

And then in a twinkling I heard on the stair
A little one with a fuzzy stuffed bear.
He was dressed in pajamas from his head to his footies
And his hands were still sticky from holiday goodies.

He said not a word but went straight to the tree
And pulled out a little wrapped present… for me!
He said, “I forgot to give this to you.
I made it myself. It’s something I drew!”

We sat on the couch and he climbed in my lap,
I gave him a squeeze and began to unwrap.
A bright sheet of paper showed he’d drawn it all:
The boxes and bows and the elf in the hall.

He’d drawn the stockings, the wreath, and the tree,
He’d drawn himself standing next to me.
He’d drawn all the things I was trying to clean,
The tinsel, the paper, nativity scene,

The garland, the gifts and the decorations,
So many weeks of preparations.
I saw how much he loved the sights,
The ornaments, snow, and sparkling lights.

His eyes, how they twinkled! Such a sweet little elf!
And I laughed when I saw him in spite of myself.
So I chose to wait for another day
To pack and store and throw things away.

I tucked him in bed, gave his cheek a caress,
Poured some more nog and made peace with the mess.
I guess, after all, it goes by in a blink.
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a stiff drink!

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