'Twas the Night After Christmas

by Aby Garvey

‘Twas the night after Christmas, when all through the house,
Not a thing was away, not even my new blouse.
The stockings were thrown by the chimney without care,
And knickknacks and gadgets were strewn everywhere.

The gift wrap was scattered. The boxes were strewn.
I gasped as I looked all around the trashed room.
What was I thinking, when I bought all this stuff?
Why didn’t I realize ten gifts were enough?

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of organization danced in my head.
“But where should I start?” I wondered inside,
“How can I begin, when I’d rather go hide?”

And then in my in-box an email did appear,
From a lady named Flylady (who has no reindeer;)
“Go slowly. Go easy. You’ll get there”, I think.
“You can do this—use the tips right here in ink.”

You’re asking yourself “Where will all this stuff go?”
It feels overwhelming, this I do know.
You’ll get it put away, just remember to breathe,
And if you start on it now, you’ll be done New Year’s Eve!