Author: Campbell, Bruce

'Twas the Night After Christmas
 

It's Christmas Eve eve, so I thought I'd trot out something from a late December column several years ago!

‘Twas the night after Christmas, and all through our home,
It looked like a place where a cyclone had blown
There was wrapping and ribbons and tissue and bows
Where my wife’s new earrings went, nobody knows

All the gifts were attacked on the previous morn
Ribbons were ripped and wrapping, violently torn
Till every last toy was exposed to the air
Games and pajamas and new teddy bears

The buildup to Christmas had taken far too long
It started before the Halloween candy was gone
Then came the shopping, on which hours were spent
Black Friday’s big sales came and then went

We Googled, and Overstocked and even E-Bayed
Brave online visits to the mighty Amazon were made
Our credit cards moaned and creaked from the strain
Till not the tiniest morsel of credit limits remained

And after all the frantic months and frenzied pace
The gnashing of teeth and the running in place
The day finally came we had been longing for
We shopped and spent and bargained no more

Christmas morning, of course, belongs to the young
And it is for they for whom the stockings are hung
But the feasting, the singing, and the happy hours spent
It’s for the whole family, these precious moments are meant

As Christmas day passes, with families together
With Christmas moments we’ll cherish forever
Like the feast at the table, and the children’s delight,
Happy holidays to all, and to all, a good night!
 
Posted:  12/23/2009



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