'Twas the days after Christmas
Christmas is for making memories...
A Post Christmas Moment of Reality
Twas the days after Christmas
And all through the house
Children were playing
and pulling all their toys out
I wondered how I would ever see the floor
I contemplated moving and running out the front door
Just as I decided not to run and hide
I hear my husband calling;
Come outside, Come outside
I stopped in my tracks and threw on some boots
and fell on a dinosaur and a pair of baby doll shoes.
I think to myself this better be good
and I replied, "What"?, on the porch I stood
My husband looked up and said "What's wrong with you"?
I said, "Nothing" and continued, "is there something you need me to do?
"My dad is on his way-
Is the house clean yet"?
I laughed and said nope-as I shook my head.
The house is a mess
and I still need to shower,
but there is not enough time when guests will arrive within the hour
I step back inside and over look the mess
I thought I asked Santa for a maid to eliminate this stress
Maybe he didn’t get my letter, maybe it got lost
but wondering does me no good and its too late to send an SOS to Santa clause
I scurry around the house and scoop up toys by the bundle
I here the front door open and inside the kids stumble.
Candy canes hang over
and milk chocolate mustaches
The kids are on a sugar over load have become restless
Mommy open this- Mommy fix my toy.
Oh how Christmas brings endless amounts of pleasure and joy.
I open a Barbie and hand my daughter the little shoes
I look for batteries to make my sons car zoom
Does everything in existence take half a dozen batteries
Double A triple A, C and D's
How many types of batteries can there possibly be?
His eyes light up as I secure the batteries
you fixed it Mommy! I am going to go show Daddy!
He gives me a hug and a big smile
and within that smile-
the entire mess becomes worth while.
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