‘Twas the day after Christmas, when all through the house
Paper, toys and boxes were strewn all about;
The stockings, once hung, lay in a pile on the floor,
Remnants of Saint Nicholas and gift-giving galore;
The children bounced ‘round, and launched cars to and fro;
While they dreamed of chocolate cake and sledding in snow;
And mamma in her slippers, and I with my energy zapped;
Just wish we could settle down for a long winter’s nap,
When out in the family room there arose such a clatter,
We grumbled up from our chairs to see what was the matter,
Away to the ruckus we struggled to go,
Walked through the hallway, and the mess down below,
When what to our tired old eyes did appear,
But a miniature Porsche launched high in the air,
Missing a driver it flew lively and quick,
We knew in a moment it must be the kids,
More rapid than jets, the objects they flew,
We swerved and we ducked then shouted out to the crew:
“Be careful! Aim that way! Watch out for the tree!
Move your arm! Stop launching before something hits me!
Watch out for the window! Watch out for the wall!
Stop crashing and bashing cars both big and small!
As rejected old pumpkins from past holidays fly,
When they meet with a trebuchet, mount to the sky;
So up to the ceiling, the autos they flew,
Vehicles, spinning wheels, and parts flying too,
And then in an instant, we saw on the spot the giggling and
high-fiving of each little tot.
Our scowls melted to smiles,
And we beamed bright with glee,
A right joyous moment, it all seemed to be.
Until the kids scattered and grabbed more toys from the
stack,
Their hands were again busy drawing this and building that.
They sprang up the stairs,
with cars, dolls and Legos too,
playing freely, without care,
like all kids should do.
But we heard them exclaim,
As they ran out of sight,
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a Good Night!”
