Tis the day after Christmas, and all through the house paper, boxes and trash leave a trail of chaos.

The stockings, now empty, hang with a droop, while opened presents appear stacked in a group.

New toys lie abandoned where they’ve been left to die, and the floors are littered with pieces of pie.

So what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a deliveryman bringing promised good cheer.

With a new kitchen range and matching microwave in tow, he steps carefully through all the overflow.

Out with the old and welcome the new, order is being restored, at least for a few

The fridge is filled with left-over foods of all kinds and the loss of sleep is blowing our minds.

It’s back to work we go in a flash, since Christmas shopping has depleted our cash.

Looking forward to New Years, we make a vow, next year we’ll be organized, though we don’t quite know how.