Twas the day after Christmas
and strewn through out the house, gift bags, bows,
and teeny tiny Legos that cluttered the bed.
Guitar Hero 3 tucked gently away, while visions of future rock concerts
jammed in my head.
The leftovers all eaten with no morsel to spare,
I hope that take out will be for dinner, as it seems only fair.
I have cooked and baked til I can no longer care.
When up from the stairs there rose such a clatter,
A child upset over who knows, what does it matter?
Away to the stairs I flew in a slow dash,
Get along you guys, or heads will be bashed!
The rain this morning gave time for extra sleeping.
I giggled and laughed that others were working.
I pulled the covers up tight and gave out a sigh,
Children require breakfast and I in need of some blogging time.
My eyes all a twinkle as I opened my Mac,
giftcards in hand and online sales to attack.
Clothes for the boys and the dishes were mine.
I was ever so jolly on all of my finds,
I had 10 bucks left which made me most merry.
Maybe enough left for a jar of gourmet cherries.
The children are leaving with their grandma tomorrow.
I can't wait to shout at them and call them by name,
Now Gameboy, and Wonderboy, and Bossy boy too,
BE GOOD AT GRANDMAS AND PLEASE BEHAVE!!!
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