Boxing Day

Twas the day after Christmas

and all through the cottage

All the wrappings deflowered

and I’m in my dotage

The tree lights are drooping

the house is a shambles

The family is hungry

but what are the chances

That I’ll get up and feed them

their Cheerios cheery

With orange juice and coffee

and old bones so weary

Cuz here I am settled all snug in my bed

with visions of holiday angst in my head

The party is over, twas all too insane

Six days until New Year’s

and we’ll do it again.