THE DAY AFTER CHRISTMAS ‘
Tis the day after Christmas and inside and out,
The holiday carnage lies scattered about.
And Ma with a wet towel atop of her head
And aspirin tablets has crawled into bed.
The kiddies, God bless ’em, are raising a din,
With thundering drums and shill trumpets of tin.
While Pa, like a schoolboy, forgetting his years,
Is all tangled up in the bicycle gears.
Old Duffer, the dachshund, delightfully smug,
Lies gnawing a carcass upon the new rug.
And Muffet, the kitten, despaired of a lap,
On the dining room table is taking her nap.
Plaid neckties and pink socks and what-nots galore
Await their exchange at the five-and-ten store.
While tidbits and knick-knacks of leftover sweets
Must furnish the menu for future-day eats.
Tis the day after Christmas, and once every year
Folks willingly pay for their holiday cheer.
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