Twas the day after Christmas and all through the home every creature had a cold or the need of a comb.
The stockings were forgotten by the chimney with flair as yesterday all candy from within was consumed on a dare.
The child was refusing a nap in his bed and the Mother had been seriously overfed.
And Lolly in her coughing and I in my snot had wondered if battery toys was something we should have forgot.
When out in the den there arose such a sound I ran down the stairs and was shocked by what I found.
I was thrilled by the site I had seen – W bouncing on his new trampoline!
We had survived the holidays with colds and depression with birthdays and bad tv and emerged with a confession:
The holidays are about the people you love and they can be complete without a turtle dove.
The friends that reach out during busy days of their own are the best kinds of gifts that can be known.