Twas two days after Christmas
And all through our abode
Is scattered boxes and wrapping paper,
I fear the garbage can will explode.
The stockings are strewn
all over the floor
I hope that I will be able
to locate all four.
Travis sits covered in wrapping paper
From head to toe.
He won't play with his new toys -
Just the paper that people would throw.
The Christmas tree looks sad
With its row of burned out lights
The laundry can't be ignored any longer;
I guess that I will start with the whites.
"Ugggg" I shouted in a panic.
The kids came to see what I had muttered
"I can't take it any longer -
this house is so cluttered!"
"Come Kaylee, Come Aaron,
Come Nathan, and even Travis.
Grab a broom, and the vacuum,
It's time to clean up this mess!"
We cleaned up and picked up
Until the clutter was out of sight
And now I am exhausted...
I'm glad Christmas is just one night!