The Holiday Aftermath
T’was the day after Christmas and you wake up with dread Those 12 drummers drumming still pound in your head
Tiptoe to the kitchen without making a sound And survey the damage while glancing around
Your holiday table once festive and pretty Now looks like a war zone all tattered and dirty
There’s ribbon and paper all over the room And sighing reluctantly you reach for the broom
The tree stands majestic, a beautiful sight So you reach for the plug to turn on its’ light
Closing your eyes, thinking back on past days You relive the moments your memory plays
The weeks you spent shopping and cleaning and cooking The nights you spent wrapping when no one was looking
That cold frosty day when you hung outdoor lights The friends that you welcomed those holiday nights
You still hear the laughter and carolers singing And off in the distance you hear church bells ringing
Chocolate wrappers are strewn everywhere And the smell of roast turkey is still in the air
You pause in your sweeping and put on the tea Ignoring the mess that you no longer see
Settling in to your chair, your warm mug in hand You give in to the respite your memories demand
The mess of the holidays may today bring you sorrow But the warmth of the season runs long past tomorrow
3 thoughts on “The Aftermath”
Love this one – all so very true! Happy New Year to you both!! Wishing you good health, happiness, & peace in your heart. May 2019 be the best yet!!
Lovely post! Happy 2019 to you and that husband of yours!
Beautiful! I love this new version of the old classic.