The Afternoon of Christmas


	The Afternoon of Christmas ‘Twas, the afternoon of Christmas and oh what a sight, There was presents and wrappings piled to a great height. Dad was asleep all sprawled in his chair, On the TV football did blare. But, touch the remote and all hell will break loose, You’d think that you were the Christmas dinner goose. Junior was in his room with the computer booted up, Watching all the babes show off their stuff. Big sister was modeling all the new clothes she got, There wasn’t much to them maybe that’s why she looked so hot. Mom was in the kitchen cleaning up the dinner mess, All the while wondering why she never gets to rest? Every time dad would snore her blood pressure would soar, She vowed on the spot I’ll do this no more! But you know how mothers are they’re always making vows and such, And we know they can’t ever keep them because they love us too darn much. JRS © 12-2-98 the"Okie" Poet All poems copyrighted ã1997-... Spring Creations The "Okie" Poet All Rights Reserved