Saturday, 5 January 2013

Boxing Night

'Twas the night AFTER Christmas,
When all through the house,
Nothing was stirring. . . . . . . .  
Bar the snores of the spouse,
While up in the kitchen,
Where turkey did baste,
Lay only a carcas,
And scraps for the waste.
The children, exhausted,
And well over-fed,
On stuffing and chocolate,
Were tucked up in bed.
I sat on the sofa,
A well deserved rest,
And as I reflected,
I was quite impressed.
With gift-giving over,
It passed without tear,
And Christmas is finished,
For another whole year."