Tis the Day After Christmas
Tis the day after Christmas and I must confess-
The house is all rumpled–and sure is a mess.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
And now they’re all over the tables and chairs.
The toys-you walk on to get through the house;
The noise sure is somthing-not quiet like the mouse.
The tinsel is crooked, some bulbs just broke;
But keep yourself calm-don’t end up with a stroke.
The children are romping-they play without care-
While I stand here shaking and pulling my hair.
But, there is a blessing-so, be of good cheer;
Christmas is with us — but once each year.
My Uncle Bud