the day after Christmas

Twas the day after Christmas and all through the rooms

children ran about with great zips and great zooms.

The stockings were still hanging on the mantel because

cleaning up quickly isn't what Mommy does.

 

The children woke early from their snug little beds,

with visions of new toys dancing in their heads.

And I in my yoga pants, hair all a mess

laid out their clothes and helped them to dress.

 

We stumbled downstairs to begin the day

And opening the cupboards found with much dismay,

That I had been lax on my last grocery store trip

and our cereal supply had taken a dip.

 

We made do and breakfast was eaten quick as a wink

And the boys were off playing before I could blink.

I took a moment to appreciate the gift of new toys

and the way that they occupy busy, restless boys.

 

No cries today of "I'm bored" or "What can I do."

Instead, I just dealt with "I want to play with that too."

We talked about sharing and trying to be kind

and that greatly lessened the cries of "That's mine!"

 

So thank you to Santa for visiting our place

and bringing such a huge smile to my face,

for while Christmas itself can sometimes be taxing

the day after can be somewhat relaxing.

 

 

 

 

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