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CHRISTMAS PAST

How joyous were those Christmas bells as merrily we smiled
So happy were the faces of every sweet young child
While men and women hurried, there was so much to be done
Before we each and everyone could settle down to fun

There were the happy carollers who blessed us with their songs
A tribute to The Holy Child from mortal happy throngs
So like the herald angels their voices loud and clear
They sang to us with love and joy, just as they do each year

Some pretty girls then came along with some quite handsome boys
To join us in our merriment, more substance to our joys
Needless to say that everyone was in a merry mood
Busy buying Christmas gifts, preparing Christmas food

Finally 'tis Christmas morning,
Children have waited for its dawning
Eager now to search the tree
To see what Santa left you see

Of course it helps if they have been good
Behaving as young people should
But then small faults are overlooked
With yuletide kindness we all are hooked

Sadly merry Christmas ends
the decorations put away
The lovely tree which served so well
is put aside has had its day

We all have had such jolly fun
the festive season now is done
The happiness cools down at last
When Christmas now becomes Christmas past

Frank Paylor
Mississauga, Ontario, Canada
January 2, 1998

One Day After Christmas:

It's one day after Christmas
I'm crabby and I'm broke.
I'm so full of ham and fruitcake
I think I'm gonna croak.

It's nice to see the relatives
I wonder when they'll leave.
They've been camping in my bathroom
since early Christmas Eve.

They're eating everything in sight
and sleeping in my bed.
I been sacked out in the basement
with my beagle, Fred.

The relatives have all gone out
and left their screaming brats.
The toilet bowl is all plugged up
and I can't find the cat.

It's Christmastime at my house,
the relatives are here.
They eat me out of house and home.
and drink up all my beer.

I love the decorations,
and the sleigh bells in the snow
But I wish those pesky relatives
would take their kids and go.

Those cookie crunchers fed the dog
a twenty pound rib roast.
His feet are sticking in the air
like skinny old fence posts.

Now they're in a free-for-all,
the girls against the boys.
They're fighting over boxes
'cause they're bored with all their toys

My mother-in-law is snoring
in my favorite TV chair.
Those kids are stringing lights on her
and tinseling her hair

I oughta wake her up
before the fireworks begin.
But I wanna see those blue sparks fly
when they plug her in.

Author Unknown