It's the day after Christmas;
The house is a mess.
The stockings are empty;
Mom's suffering from stress.

Strewn all through the house
Are present galore.
The turkey's now a casserole,
Back for an encore.

Decorations are packed away;
Candles have all burned out.
The reindeer are retired;
Santa has lost his clout.

The tree is now planted
Out in the yard.
The postman passed by
Without even a card.

Although they admit
It was a season of thrills,
They shudder when they think
Of the January bills.