'Tis the day after Christmas and
all through the land,
the children are sleeping, "Oh
isn't that grand!"
But I cannot rest after yesterday's
discarded boxes and wrappings must
be cleaned up I see.
There's clutter and chaos in my
once tidy home,
and it's only 8, but someone's
on the phone.
Ah, Christmas, dear Christmas,
your excitement has waned.
Leftovers o'erflow our refrig,
and I soon complain
'cause the children are munching
on candy, not food,
and my husband's already in a disgruntled
The tree looks deserted with no
and the angel is drooping on our
Here on the bookcase is a half-filled
glass of tea,
and the cat's little black footprints
trail from fireplace to me.
While I, in my nightgown, curl
up back in the bed,
and take down my Bible which needs
to be read.
Then I close my eyes and let peace
enter as I pray,
thanking God for the Gift He gave
us on Christmas day.
Though the presents and food in
abundance were there,
of the true meaning of Christmas,
we all were aware.
For long, long ago Christ was born
here on earth ...
Went from Manger to Cross to give
us new birth.
I pause in my meditation to offer
to the Lord of my life as I start
a new day.
I can now face the fact that it
was all worthwhile:
the cooking and cleaning, the laughter
Now the tears of frustration have
as I face once again the day after
No rushing to stores and fighting
No more Christmas music that was
played too loud.
No more harried clerks rushing
me through the line,
for today of all days, I have plenty
The boxes and paper can stay on
and the wreath's fallen angel can
dangle from the door.
The lights will still twinkle on
our Christmas tree
while I take time to relax and
enjoy my family.
©copyright 12-24-01, revised 12-5-04
Used here with her very gracious permission
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