Twas a month after Christmas

Twas a month after Christmas, when all through the house
Every creature was stirring, especially my spouse;
The stocking were thrown in the floor without a care
In hopes they would go away and disappear;
The children covered the floor toys all around
While mom had visions of peace and no sound
With Windex in one hand and Oust in the other
I set out to clean and thought “Why Bother?”
When I look at the tree and the lights all a glitter
I yell pack yourself in this box or go find me a babysitter.
Away to the shed I run in a dash
To grab all the boxes before the dust gives me a rash
The clear Zip Lock bags let all my junk show
With lustre and brilliance stacked all in a row
With all the hard work the stacks finally disappear
While I’m thinking Why repeat this next year?
With the joy it brings, so lively and quick
The Glade candles still burning I should cut the wick
The family is happy and oh what a sight
The cleaning is done, I’m sleeping tonight!
The Parent Bloggers Network has started up with the very fun Blog Blasts again. If you could tell by the poem they have teamed up with SC Johnson Right at Home.
To participate this week, blog about how you are cleaning up after Christmas this year.

We had a small family Christmas, we got out the tree, decorations, and lights not too much. Well add on the stockings, dishes, and nick nacks and putting it all away is daunting. I’m not really done. I’m still at the stage of asking it all to put itself away. That’s right, I haven’t even started yet. I’d rather sit on the couch and blog.

I have promised my son I would put it away before his first birthday in March. That is the best I can do.


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