The Day After Christmas
T’was the day after Christmas and all through the house
the kids, and the dogs, myself and the spouse
were eating leftovers when up rose a clatter
i rushed to the door to see what was the matter...
Standing before me was Santa himself
with 8 pissed off deer, and one hungry elf
he asked if i mind, that he stay for a spell
and explained that his misses was giving him hell....
It seems she thought Santa, again in his fashion
returned from a night of carousing and passion
donned his best suit, took off in the sleigh
and didn't return for a night and a day...
And when he returned, she had locked all the doors
changed all the locks and filed for divorce
she was far beyond angry, far past perturbed
and kicked Santa's ass and his deer to the curb...
A notice to children who wish to extol
presents from Santa, he left the North Pole
he's sick of the whining, and tired of the mess
Santa retired, there's no forwarding address…
L. Summerton Morgan 12/24/02
No sales pitch today… (I sense a collective sigh of relief...LoL)
Historically, I share a seasonal poem. This year, I am especially grateful that our family can share the holidays together, again. Our daughters will be arriving shortly before Christmas, and we will mark the occasion with celebrations of togetherness. The only thing I want for Christmas this year is a single request. No matter where you are and no matter how you worship or celebrate Christmas, I ask that we lay down our arms…for ONE day….one glorious unified event, where ALL of God’s children share a peaceful and joyous occasion. It is a simple request that I send out to all people...in every nation...every tribe and ultimately, every family. Let’s make this a memorable Christmas folks.
From my family to yours….we wish you a Merry Christmas!
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