Twas the Night After Christmas

'Twas the night after Christmas
(Christmas morning that is),
and the children were finally sleeping,
new toys clutched tight in a fist.

Daddy was playing
with his new electronic
while Mommy surveyed the mess;
it made her quite sick.

Buzz Lightyear lay on his side, all but forgotten,
along with the My Little Ponies heaped on the ground.
Ripped wrapping paper littered one room to the next
And ribbons and bows and boxes lay strewn around.

Christmas had come and gone rather fast --
Weeks of shopping and planning forgotten so quickly
And nothing was left to remind Mommy and Daddy
except for the mess and the credit card fee.

When in the kitchen,
there arose such a clatter,
Mommy rushed into the kitchen
to see what was the matter.

When what to her wondering eyes should appear
but an unopened bottle of wine and a new case of beer.
Left there by that wonderful man, so lively and quick,
Mommy knew in a moment it must be St. Nick!

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
soon gave her to know she had nothing to dread.
"Drink this, you'll need it," he told her
pouring her a nice glass of red.

"For the next week will bring the noise
of new toys and the tantrums they bring,
but also the joy of watching your children
have fun with their new things.

And do not worry at all,"
he said with a wink.
"The year will fly by,
and Christmastime will be back in a blink.
With new demands for toys,
and new finance charges to be had.
So drink this right now,
and it won't seem so bad!"

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!