The After Christmas Blues

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?

LISA HONEYCUTT