Living Retired — ‘Tis The Morning After Christmas’
By Gary Chalk
‘Tis the morning after Christmas,
And all through our house,
Not a creature is stirring,
Not even my spouse.
Jan’s Christmas attire is heaped by our bed,
She’s dreaming the turkey gravy stains are only in her head.
It’s 11 in the morning and we’re still flat on our back,
Christmas rum and eggnog has us feeling out of whack!
Jan has a heating pad wrapped ‘round her head,
While I awake clinging to my side of the bed;
My nasal strip has slipped down onto my chin,
Jan will complain about my snoring — I cannot win!
I have visions of our post-Christmas Day mess dancing in my head,
While Jan is dreaming of Pottery Barn candles in cherry blossom red.
When from the front lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter!
WHACK! I tripped on the dozen decorator pillows scattered on the floor.
And Jan still wants to buy more!
Away to our front door I flew in a flash!
Dashing through the foyer I slipped on Christmas wrap,
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