The Day After Christmas

Tis the day after Christmas

And all through the home

A silence has settled

Little toys roam.

The living room is disheveled

Gingerbread houses are frosted

Half-eaten and broken

Mom and dad are exhausted

The children just woken.

Christmas was full of excitement

Screaming

Merriment

Little eyes gleaming.

In a blink,

It's all over.

No more Prancer,

No more Clover.

The day after is for being,

For soaking it in

Looking around and seeing

All the magic you made.

The presents are unwrapped,

The lights still displayed,

Gift bags and paper half scrapped.

Remember him still

The baby that laid

The promise of God's will

There was still more to be paid.

The story wasn't at its end

The day after Christmas.