‘Twas the Night after Christmas
When all through the house
Every creature was lounging
Even the mouse!
The stockings were thrown
On the floor over there
The wrapping paper’s strewn
On the couch and the chair
The dishes were stacked in the sink three feet high
Glistening with remnants of last night’s pumpkin pie
The children were nestled in front of TV
Too lazy to stand up and play the Wii
And Gram in her curlers and Pops in his robe
Were arguing about Cousin Johnny
And his new girlfriend Rose
When in from the kitchen there arose such a clatter
I sprang from the LaZboy to see what was the matter.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But it’s MOM in the kitchen, we’d better stand clear!
More rapid than Merry Maids, her vacuum it came
And she hummed and she whistled and she called them by name.
Now, Comet! Now, Windex! Now Swiffer and Sweeper!
On, Lysol! On, Tilex! On, Hoover! On, Glade and Clorox!
Now clean away, clean away clean away all!
She was chubby and plump, with arms great to hug
And a face that got angry when you spilled on the rug.
A wink of her eye and a nod of her head,
Soon gave me to know I’d better go make my bed.
She spoke not a word, but got straight to her work.
Dusting and cleaning, not calling us jerks…
And laying her fingers
Aside of the broom
And giving a nod
On to the laundry room…
Ere, I heard her exclaim
Through the windows now clear,
“Thank goodness Christmas Day
Only comes once a year!”
