Twas the day after Christmas
And all through the room
Strewn wrappings were crying
For use of a broom.

The children were scattered,
The friends’ gifts exploring
Since now most of theirs
Were broken or boring.

All tummies still stuffed
From the fabulous feast;
Leftovers would serve
For one month at least.

And mama and papa
Were the countryside ranging,
Those unwanted gifts
Returned or exchanging.

Yes Christmas is past
With its bustle and noise
Sales and carols
Santas and toys.

Decorations are packed
The yule tree’s discarded
The holiday’s over
Just as we got started

To celebrate peace
And the meaning of giving
To discover real love
And the purpose for living.

Dear Jesus please help us
To stop and remember
That you came to earth
Not just for December.

But from birth in a manger
To death on a cross
You gave up your glory
And counted it loss.

So now as we trust You-
God’s only Son-
The real celebration
Has only begun!

by Dave Veerman