Twas the Day After Christmas

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Open Poetry #34

Twas the Day After Christmas

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Member Rara Avis

since 2000-11-16

Posts 7450
Oregon

0 posted 2004-12-27 12:17 PM

‘Twas the day after Christmas and all through the house
everyone was stirring, yes even that louse.
The stockings were strewn cross the hearth where we tossed;
the kitchen said "Mayhem" in its wild disarray
and we wondered what happened to the bulk of this day.

The lights, they still twinkled, but Pa wasn't merry;
someone had stolen his bottle of sherry.
The bills were out on the horizon, we all knew;
it was only a matter of time
till Pa blew.

The living room looked
like a tornado came through
sending wrappings and leavings in piles 2 by 2.
The tree was a-leaning t'ward the sunrise, I'm sure,
and Santa and reindeer were seeking a cure
from too many cookies and milk by the plate
put out too early and he had come late.

By the 1 billionth house
Santa had grown a bit weary, so he lost his good sense,
when he spotted the sherry.
Rudolph's nose seemed to grow brighter
with each sip Santa shared.
Donder and Blitzen seemed not even there.
We heard a commotion,
Pa ran to the window, threw open the sash
just as Santa and reindeer flew into the trash.

When he saw we were peeking
and had seen their dismay.
Santa, sheepishly, bid him a fine, friendly wave.
And as we watched how his coursers
flew this way and that, we wondered if Santa
would ever get back.
The next day we noticed
the 12-step course was quite full
and listed below was one fat man
and nine four-legged fools.

December 26, 2004

Whether on the shoal or on the shore,
I'll seek the lighthouse evermore.