'Twas the Nite After Christmas -- by Lorraine Metivier

'Twas the nite after christmas and all through the house
Was a wall to wall mess, no room for a mouse.

The new toys are scattered, in every which way.
Trains, dolls and games, just everything to play.

The stockings that were hung by the chimney with care,
are now on the floor, and full of dog hair.

The dear little children, from short ones to tall,
This day are fed pepto-Bismal.

For their tummies are stuffed with all kinds of things.
Like candy and peanuts and pineapple rings.

The children are cranking from not enough sleep.
They fight over toys, two boys and one jeep.

Timmy can't find the wheels to his small model car
How on earth did they get in the baby food jar?

Sis is still crying, here eyes are all red.
Our puppy has chewed off her Barbi Dolls head.

Poor mom is trying to vacuum and broom.
To organize the house, or at least just one room.

And dad with his tools, grunts and just trembles,
he gets madder and madder with each toy he assembles.

Just when Mom and Dad try to sit down to relax.
Here comes more company, Aunt Flo and Uncle Max.

Dad has a drink with them, just to be polite.
Like he did with the others, how many tonight?

Poor Dad's got a headache, his eyes are all red.
He sure does look funny, with the lampshade on his head.

They all settle down, from puppy to dad.
The children thanked the lord for the Christmas they had.

'Twas the nite after Christmas in their beds they all lay.
They must get their rest, to face New Years Day!

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