Twas the day after Christmas

Twas the day after Christmas and all through the house
Not a thing was left clean not even the spouse
The stockings were ripped down from the mantle with care
Leftovers that St. Nicholoas had left there

The children were coughing and sneezing in their beds
While visions of Cherry Robitussin danced in their heads
And Mamma in her Bears shirt and I in my cap
Had just finished the Brandy and eggnog in search of a long winter's nap

When out on the lawn ther arose such a clatter
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon tried to shine through the clouds and the fog
But all I could see was the neighbor's big dog
The garbage was flying from the christmas present rush
The tinsil, the styrofoam, the paper and such

When what to my wondering eyes should appear
but a miniture media player and a fuzzy stuffed deer.
With a little Lighting McQueen so lively and quick
I knew in a moment these toys were quite slick.

More rapid than the balance on my credit cards rise
The kids stood to attention and all heard their cries
Now PSP! Now MP3!
Now Thomas and Mac!
On Bead Dazzeler! On Hummer!
On electric racetrack!
Stacked to the top of the stairs!
Stacked to the top of the walls!
Now put away! Put away!
PUT AWAY ALL!

Jed's eyes how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!
His screams of delight for some were quite scarry!
Wesely's small little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
and the teeth in his smile were as white as snow.
Christian's dear little smirk as he opened his game
Told he knew his future present by name.
Emily wished and wanted for a media player so mini
Whose sound was astoundingly not at all tin-y.

When all the wrappings were ripped and the presents were told
A laptop was left for Momma to hold
She laughed and yelled with delight!

Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!