The Morning After Christmas

a poem…
By The Amusing Muse

It’s the Morning After Christmas
and all through the farm,
all the creatures were stirring
but I’m snug and warm.

The goats and chickens were fed,
clucking and bleating did follow,
Hens ducked into nest boxes
and goats talked as they swallow.

I emptied the mousetrap
in the feed room – it was dead,
gave Sumo the rooster some grain
and a pat on the head.

Now here I sit, my “fancy coffee” in hand
to write out Thank You Notes,
package up some presents,
and snap photos to boast.

Saturnalia is now over,
Boxing Day has begun
I’m grateful I’m home alone today
No entertaining to be done.

So if you’re like me,
and you just want to nap,
Grab a warm blanket and a pillow.  Christmas is over;
we can say: “THAT’S A WRAP!”