It's the day after Christmas and all through the house
Nothing is stirring - not even a mouse.
After the turkey, the eggnog and beer
There's not a lot left of the old Christmas cheer!
We get up at noon and then stagger around
Looking for asprin which cannot be found,
Then back to the table for more of the same -
Just cannot believe we would do it again!
But Oh-Eight is coming and you can be sure
We're not going to do it like this any more.
New Year's resolutions will help make it so.....
But after a week it's forgotten, you know!
My poem, with apologies to whoever wrote the original one.
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