T’was The Night After Christmas
By Donna Hoffmeyer
(Original post on Medium, Taking Off The Armor)
I thought I’d have a little fun. This is a first, as I’ve never written a poem before. With a little help from my daughter, we had fun crafting the wording. Enjoy, giggle, and be gentle.
T’was the night after Christmas
And all through our home
Were the remains of Christmas; I’m sure left by that elf-looking gnome
The stockings that were hung on the chimney with such care
Were now empty on the ground in a state of despair.
The mistletoe dangling in prime position 🎇
Waiting for new lovers to continue the tradition.
The tree once the center of attention 🎄
Was now sitting alone, as if in detention.
The kids, looking angelic, so eager to open gifts 🎁
Were now fighting over their toys using both fists. 😮
The table was strewn with leftover clutter
And made us look at each other and start to wonder,
Where is that gnome that left this mess? 🧙🏽♂️
When will he come back and make some progress?
I, still in my pjs from the night before,
Decided to wait for the gnome to settle the score.
So, for all of the exhausted and worn-out parents
Remind yourself it’s not the number of presents they’ll recall
Rather the many memories, smiles, and laughter between them all.
So, give yourself a pat on the back.
Another successful year that the kids will call wack (I was assured that was a good thing.)💖
