The Day after Christmas
©Sue Anderson, All Rights Reserved 2005 – 2011
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It is God who arms me with strength and makes my way perfect. Ps.18:32
Twas the day after Christmas
and all through the house
the children were screaming
I was quiet as a mouse
Stockings and paper
littered the floor
toys and stuff scattered
we couldn’t open the door
Not one took a shower
there was no need to look nice
we didn’t go shopping
for we all knew the price
My wits were in tatters
how I longed for a nap
my patience was fleeting
before long I would snap
Then out in the hall
there arose a hysterical sound
I knew in a moment
all hell would be found
I fumed as I marched
down the hall full of fury
if the Dear Lord could see me
he’d throw out the jury
Well all of a sudden
I stopped dead as a nail
the sight before me
sorta brought me up pale
The children were laughing
and cleaning with glee
I knew this beheld
a distinct mystery
Slowly but surely
there became such an order
I thought I must be suffering
from some rare disorder
As soon as the mess
was no longer in sight
I was surrounded with hugs
and bid a quick good nite
I searched my brain
for a reason or two
trying to understand what’d happened
and praying it was true
Then I heard a voice say
in a whisper not a shout
Now get plenty of rest
and go turn that light out
I knew then and there
what had happened you see
Our Dear Lord had came
and saved little ole me
As I snuggled ‘neath the covers
and cleared out my head
I whispered a prayer
all warm in my bed
Dear Father in Heaven
You are SO good to me,
Bless all of my Brothers
and Sisters you see
Give them all patience
and peace in their heart
help those that don’t trust you
Know they should start
Give them a comfort
that never will stray
and Dear Lord I ask that
you’d bless them today
No sooner was my prayer
finished as said
I fell quickly asleep
and slept the sleep of the dead
Cloaked in the love
that I wish for you
of our Father, our Savior,
and all that is true.
