‘Twas the Day after Christmas

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‘Twas the Day after Christmas, by Ken Wells

‘Twas the day after Christmas,
when all through the house,
every creature was stirring,
yes, even the mouse.

All stockings that hung,
by the chimney with care,
all bulging with gifts,
are now empty and bare.

Yes, Santa Claus came,
with his presents and toys,
for the dads and the moms,
for the girls and the boys.

And now that it’s over,
all that remains,
is a cluttered up house,
with dollies and trains.

And with boxes and ribbons,
and wrappings galore,
strewn all through the house,
and all over the floor.

Now Christmas is past,
the excitement has waned,
no longer will echo,
the carols’ sweet strains.

Soon all the trimmings,
will be packed away,
and stored in the attic,
‘til next Christmas Day.

But what of the Christ-Child,
who came as God’s best?
Will we pack Him away,
with all of the rest?

Yes, the little toy manger,
all stuffed full of hay,
with Mary and Joseph,
will be put away.

But the Babe in the manger,
our Savior so dear,
will live in our hearts,
throughout the New Year!

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