It’s the day after Christmas

And I can’t think

Too much fun

I’m on the brink

Insanity rules

This time of year

I want no more holidays

And no more cheer

Call me scrooge if you want

It’s bah humbug I say

I am so damn tired

At the end of the day

I’ve worked and I’ve shopped

And I’ve cooked the roast beast

I’ve visited and eaten

And been stuffed on the feast

I’ve boiled the bones

For the inevitable soup

I’m so tired of it all

I’m just plain pooped

The children were smiling

The adults in the cheer

It’s all over again

Until this time next year

Leave a Reply