The After Christmas Blues

 

copyright 2015 © Lisa Honeycutt

 

 

 

It seems we are a bit let down

Since Santa Claus has left our town

 

Don’t get me wrong, we sure had fun, 
But it appears to be all done

 

So what can we look forward to?
These days I’m feelin’ sorta blue

 

We marked each day off with a dash
Then Christmas Eve went like a flash

 

With snowy shows upon the screen
….that cold stuff I have rarely seen

 

And Grinch and elves and reindeer, too
The TV glaring red, green, blue

 

We looked for Rudolf, Santa Claus
And listened out for reindeer paws

 

Put milk and cookies on a plate
Then went to bed so we could wait

 

We fell asleep, then Claus was gone
We opened up our gifts at dawn

 

With paper, trim and tape to tear
…I unwrapped green underwear

 

We had to wait and wait and wait
For presents that were really great

 

But they were opened in a rush
And now our joy has turned to mush

 

Our toys are fun, there is no doubt
But what will make us scream and shout?

 

Our home once gave us pure delight,
with garlands, bows and lights so bright

 

But now the floor’s filled up with junk
With wrapping paper, toys and gunk 

 

The Christmas tree has now turned brown
The needles brittle, falling down

 

Sis bumped the lights, they always blink
It’s time to take them down, I think

 

The nutcracker has lost his hat
Those feathers…I suspect the cat

 

There were three wise men, now there’s two
This place has turned into a zoo

 

And that’s not all, I’ll have you know
The leftovers have got to go

 

I cannot stand another meal
Of ham and yams with orange peel

 

Seems Mom won’t cook ‘til it’s all gone
Thank goodness for our dog, Bonbon

 

Three days ago I loved this song
it was the one I played so long

 

But now-a-days this Christmas tune
just makes me nutty as a loon

 

Our Christmas elf has gone away
We look for her, still, everyday

 

Her mischief always made us stare
But now her shelf has been left bare

 

My batteries have all run down
Seems all I do all day is frown

 

With more and more days off of school
I’m sleeping in, while drenched in drool

 

I’ve worn pajamas two days straight
My bedroom floor is in a state

 

I haven’t combed my hair in days
Mom’s had it with my lazy ways

 

My mom says my complaints must stop
I’m quiet as I take the mop

 

Ain’t no more stars or Christmas glee
No rockin’ round the Christmas tree

 

My mom is packing it all up
the wreaths and bells…my Santa cup

 

The tissues, bows and ornaments
the Christmas tin with all the dents

 

Into the attic it will go
With nothing filling days of woe

 

May never eat ‘nother candy cane
And now it even looks like rain.

 

But wait…what’s that? Is that a flake?
Could that be SNOW for goodness sake?

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