Twas the morning after Christmas, And all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, nay, not even a mouse.
The smell of chocolate and cocoa still hung in the air,
And gift wrapping clutter said Christmas had been there.
All snug in my blanket, I slowly opened my eyes,
And, not really wanting to, I did begin to rise.
To work I again set my sights on once more,
With dread in my heart I did head for the door.
Opening it slowly, I took a peek to the outside,
Took a deep breath, then flung the door open wide.
Trudging through snow, I did go to start my car,
Dreading the drive, even though it’s not far.
Work, work, and more work does await,
I must hasten my step, for I mustn’t be late.
And so the story continues, till it be that night,
The one with the magic of reindeer in flight,
Where a fellow who wears a jolly suit of red,
Hops in his sleigh, and with a nod off his head,
Takes to the sky, or so the story does say,
And disappears till next year in his reindeer drawn sleigh.