Twas the Night AFTER Christmas...

Twas the night after Christmas and all through the house

Not a creature was sturring... well, maybe a mouse?

The stockings were opened

no chimney... don't care

With the scent of Breakfast caserole to soon fill the air

The Children were nestled... kinda cold in their beds

Memories of opening presents and first Christmas' still danced in their heads

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow

Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a drunk driver had smashed a parked car in our rear!