The Night before Christmas (sort of)

T'was the night after Christmas and all through the home

My house is so quiet as I write you this poem

The stockings were thrown all over the floor

And I was so tired right to my core.

The children all sleeping, the husband was too

I did not know where to start, what to do

I was exhausted as I tried to attack

The mess in the house from the front to the back.

The presents were broken all over the place

The house was all dirty, a real disgrace

As I sat in my chair right there in my kitchen

It would do me no good if I started b------'.

The bills would be coming before the New Year

And Walmart and Target would soon make it clear

They had to be paid as quick as the sleigh

That had brought all those presents on this Christmas Day.

So remember this mom and give her some space

And when you wake up help her clean up the place

Please remember what Christmas is really about

And pick up your mess and please help me out.

To all of you out there all far and near

Know that Don and Pat Slavik wish Happy New Year

Remember me next Christmas all you women and men

And to all in the world Happy Two Thousand Ten.

Patricia Slavik

Barrington