Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Twas the day after Christmas

Twas the day after Christmas, and all through the house,
the children dropped toys. Mama started to grouse.
She's feeling that annual Christmas let down,
The excess, the mess, they inspire her frown.
The children are already looking for more,
And she can't even find her own damn front door.
She just wants a blanket, a coffee, a snooze,
A good book, some quiet (and later, some booze).
She's been buying, and making, and wrapping for days,
Then it's over in hours. Cue the malaise.

But she does have the memory of kids at wee hours,
eyes shining in Christmas lights, awed by the towers
of gifts left by Santa, by stockings stuffed full,
by cookies left eaten: the magical pull
of waking to find the world sparkling and shiny
The enchantment of Christmas reserved for the tiny.

Yes she's wading through pine needles, wrappers, and bows,
small parts to their games, forgotten new clothes.
Yes she's chomped the last treat of this year's holiday
And she's already threatened to throw toys away.
But the new piles of junk, the new pounds of fat
Are worth it, of course, as long as there's that:




4 comments:

Phoenix said...

AHhhh they are so cute. Even when it's stressful, it's so worth it. The wrapping paper everywhere is overwhelming but I'm hoping it will throw itself out soon. :)

cbh said...

oh ashley...that was so well written! and the picture of all of them is adorable except mitch looks like he might bite.

Aliki2006 said...

Merry Christmas! I love the picture...

MadMad said...

Well said! (As usual, I might add!) Happy New Year (and here's to having it all over with!)