‘Twas two days after Christmas and all though the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. (Callie’s a good deterrent.)
The stockings were empty, abandoned without care
Because Christmas was over and they were quite bare.
The presents that previously decorated the tree,
Were spread out over the living room for all to see.
Wrapping paper wrinkled and stuffed in the trash,
Proved evidence that there had been a big bash.
When what to Mama’s eyes did suddenly appear
But mountains of dirty towels and sheets she did fear.
So off to the washing machine she flew in a flash,
Stuffed it full of linens and tightened her robe sash.
And sitting in her kitchen with a hot cup of tea,
She surveyed her quiet nest where once was activity.
The goodies were eaten; there were only a few left,
But that certainly wouldn’t cause her to feel bereft.
The children were off to their work and their play,
But soon they’ll fly back home for yet another day.
Mama’s not sad as she straightens the nest,
But Callie’s looking lonely without all the rest.
This Christmas was different, yet joy reigned here,
And hopefully, that joy will last into the New Year.