Are in abundance every year.
They speak of bright and twinkling lights
And snowy winter days and nights,
With firelight's glow from Yule logs,
And party punches and sweet egg nogs.
The families gather from all around--
From every city, village, and town.
The picture is painted of Christmas joy
For old and young, for girl and boy.
But there's a heretofore untold tale
That should certainly be told as well.
What's it like when the last carol's sung?
The stockings from Santa are all unhung?
The presents removed from under the tree
With nothing but wrappings left to see?
The house is a disaster--a stupendous mess!
And when Christmas is over, we could care less.
We're stuffed as full as the turkey we ate.
Everyone's sleepy from staying up late.
Our bodies are weary, and we just want to nap,
With nothing to buy and nothing to wrap.
The tree drips needles all over the rug,
And our winter clothes are suddenly too snug.
Since all our clothes are now too tight
We'll have to get started on a diet.
Just when we thought all our shopping was through
We find we have lots of exchanging to to do.
Our billfolds are empty; our spirits sag.
The day after Christmas is really a drag.
The winter weather is gloomy and cold.
The year going out is shabby and old.
But even as we clean up and undecorate
There's a brand new year to contemplate--
A fresh new beginning one more time.
With renewed resolve we begin to climb
Just a little bit closer to our goals,
And the Christmas past, like live, bright coals,
Warms our lives as we onward go
And allows us to bask in its afterglow.
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