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?