T’was the day after Christmas, and my house was a wreck;
But I grimly ignored it and went out on the deck,
Away from bright paper and ribbons of red,
To ban visions of excess that messed with my head.
The rubbish was flung by the hearth without care,
And I hoped that the garbage truck soon would be there.
Cause we’d filled up the bin with two bags full to spare;
We were knee-deep in Christmas, so our pockets were bare.
The grandchild was nestled all snug with her loot,
With possessions so scattered, it looked like Beirut.
Blankets were tangled and socks were flung wide,
But since we all were wrung out, I just let it slide.
My stomach was grumbling, my husband a grouch,
So I went back inside and flopped on the couch.
The eggnog consumed was a substantial amount,
T’was only five cartons, at least at last count.
So inside my tummy there arose such a clatter,
That I sprang from the couch to see WHAT was the matter.
So away to the bathroom I flew like a flash,
Flung up the lid, and threw up the trash.
But if, to your wondering minds should appear,
That the beverage was spiked, then let me be clear.
No spirits were in it, but I did drink to extreme,
Cause eggnog, to me, tastes like melted ice-cream. (Mmmm)
But for gluttony there is ever a Piper to pay,
And I sure didn’t feel good through all the next day.
So I looked at my house with all the trash and debris,
Then I kicked at a pile and just longed to be free.
Pretty paper in shreds, bedraggled ribbons of blue,
Awaited my touch – Sheesh! I’ll never get through.
To add to my lot, the cat heard the rustle,
Snagged a bright ribbon and we started to tussle.
He thought it great sport. I thought it a drag,
As he raced round the floor a-chasing a bag.
So I just gave it up, and let the junk lay.
Then walked out the door and greeted the day.
We have a nice camper a few yards from here.
It gleams in the sunlight and brings me such cheer.
It’s tidy inside, and if Time let’s me borrow,
A day to play hooky – I’ll clean up tomorrow.
So I’ll rest up a spell, and my strength I’ll renew.
For having one day with nothing to do.
Then I’ll lift up a cup to you friends far and near.
And celebrate with you, a Happy New Year.