“The Day After Christmas” Poem

‘Twas the morning after Christmas and all through the house,

not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse…

Oh wait, except there’s Mom.

Cleaning up the Christmas mess.

Like always.

Cause everyone else sleeps in late.

Jerks.

 

housewife-cleaning

15 thoughts on ““The Day After Christmas” Poem

  1. This was me yesterday, even though I was worn out from Guitar hero competition. As my youngest got into everyone’s Christmas possessions and strewn them all over the basement! 😜

  2. Every time I flip by this in my mail today I saw it as “The Day After Christmas Porn.” (That may say more about me than you, but I digress.) I couldn’t help but think it would have been a better way to spend the day than cleaning!

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