“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.




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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