Our Welcome Columnists Welcome Column Archive Twas the Night After Christmas Todays column from Bruce Campell Tuesday, December 16, 2014 (Editor’s Note—Bruce Campbell gets all Christmasy on us in 2009.) ‘Twas the night after Christmas, and all through our home, It looked like a place where a cyclone had blown There was wrapping and ribbons and tissue and bows Where my wife’s new earrings went, nobody knows All the gifts were attacked on the previous morn Ribbons were ripped and wrapping, violently torn Till every last toy was exposed to the air Games and pajamas and new teddy bears The buildup to Christmas had taken far too long It started before the Halloween candy was gone Then came the shopping, on which hours were spent Black Friday’s big sales came and then went We Googled, and Overstocked and even E-Bayed Brave online visits to the mighty Amazon were made Our credit cards moaned and creaked from the strain Till not the tiniest morsel of credit limits remained And after all the frantic months and frenzied pace The gnashing of teeth and the running in place The day finally came we had been longing for We shopped and spent and bargained no more Christmas morning, of course, belongs to the young And it is for they for whom the stockings are hung But the feasting, the singing, and the happy hours spent It’s for the whole family, these precious moments are meant As Christmas day passes, with families together With Christmas moments we’ll cherish forever Like the feast at the table, and the children’s delight, Happy holidays to all, and to all, a good night!
Posted on: Tue, 16 Dec 2014 23:35:15 +0000
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