Happy December 26th: A Christmas Poem

The carols are sung.

The stockings are down

From where they were hung.

The dishes all sit

In the sink, where they wait,

all crusted and stained

with the food that we ate.

Outside, it's freezing

and the cold wind is blowing.

We've got mountains of garbage

to take out while it's snowing.

Our guests are all gone

And with them, the stress

But the work isn't over-

'Cause they left such a mess!

And Santa has gone

Leaving us with regret,

as we think of the things

that we didn't get.

But though it's all over

and we feel a bit sad

we still have the memories

of the good times we had.

As we reflect on past holidays

the joy and the tears,

our freezer is filled

with enough food for eight years.