What can we reason but from what we know? -Alexander Pope
‘Twas the day after Christmas and all through the house
A bomb had exploded that water could not douse
The stockings that were hung on the entertainment stand with care
Were ripped down and scattered and nobody knew where
The ornaments from the tree were strewn about
And mama herself was about to freak out
The toddler no longer nestled all snug in his bed
But rather half-naked screaming off his head
Mama still in her pajamas and it’s half past noon
Daddy just hopes she’ll shower sometime soon
When from the living room there arose such a clatter
Mama reluctantly yelled, “Son, what’s the matter?”
Away from the living room he ran like a flash
Mama walked in to see a giant toy crash
There were cars, trucks, tools and clothes
Puzzles, trains, books and legos
When what to her wondering eye did appear
But a tiny little terror going into fifth gear
With feet that run so lively, so quick
He dashed away faster than she could say “Frick!”
His eyes-how they twinkled, his smile-how ornery
But how can she resist when he smiles and says “Mommy”
And sticking his finger far up his nose
He pulled out a booger to wipe on her clothes
He sprang back to his toys and gave a big squeal
Because he loves those toys a very great deal
But she heard him exclaim as he vanished from sight
“Mama, I poop” and it gave her a fright
Mama changed that diaper and settled down for nap
“I’ll clean the house later and pick up all this crap”
“For now, we will snuggle and enjoy the day”
Because moments like these are slowly slipping away
Merry Christmas, dear friends, may your new year be bright
And you get rested up from these long Christmas nights
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