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Twas The Day After Christmas...

Poetry By: MAmberConrad

Christmas has certainly been quite an adventure this year. Maybe I'll post some stories later...And yes... this all actually happened.

Submitted:Jan 1, 2012    Reads: 30    Comments: 3    Likes: 0   

'Twas the day after Christmas and all through the house

The kitty was scurrying to chase after a field mouse

The stockings were thrown carelessly on the floor

The presents opened, the once-spirited tree against the door

When all of a sudden, the rednecks from across the street

Decided to have a bourbon-filled meet and greet

Loud and obnoxious, I knew they must have been drunk

At nine in the morning, in the rain, their truck had been sunk

My first stop was the coffee pot, with my new cool Tweety mug

The warmth, the aroma, the caramel taste, gave me a morning hug.

After a few sips, and my brain beginning to wake up

I tip-toed to my youngest daughter's room; she's cuddling with her pup.

After a quick morning kiss and a good morning cheer

I went to the other room to check on my other dear.

She was sacked smooth out, and I had to make a path

Just to get to her bed. Phew! She needs a bath!

My beautiful teenager, all snuggled in her bed

With her latest chapter book, halfway read

The usual good-morning ritual, a kiss and a morning greeting

She picked her head up and asked, "What are we eating?"

From the doorway, her sister suddenly appeared

Sheepishly, she came to us, tugging on her ear

I gave each of them a sip of my coffee, the aroma so sweet

I wrap them up in my arms, and my morning is complete.


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