The poem I mentioned I'd share...

Written in HS:

TWAS THE WEEK FOLLOWING CHRISTMAS



Tonight we took down the tree

and packed up the lights,

putting in boxes everyone’s delights.

The stockings that were hung

without their mates

were put back with care

for next year’s dates.

The wrapping paper

that was strung

all over the floor,

we woke up the next morning

and threw it out the door.

The ornaments that hung

on the branches so gay

until next year

have all been put away.



Now, a week later,

we’re eating turkey AGAIN

and someone sits up and says,

“When will this end”

It’s off to bed

with dreams fulfilled

and finally all of the week’s noises are stilled.