Twas the day after Christmas and all through the room, strewn wrappings were crying for use of a broom.
The children were scattered, the friends' gifts exploring since now most of theirs were broken or boring.
All tummies still stuffed from the fabulous feast; leftovers would serve for one month at least.
And mama and papa were the countryside ranging, those unwanted gifts returned or exchanging.
Yes Christmas is past with its bustle and noise, sales and carols, Santas and toys.
Decorations are packed, the yule tree's discarded; the holiday's over just as we got started.
To celebrate peace and the meaning of giving to discover real love and the purpose for living.
Dear Jesus please help us to stop and remember that you came to earth not just for...
