The Day After Christmas

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Wrapping paper everywhere
with ribbons, tags and bows,
piled in our living room
as deep as winter snows.

Empty boxes, packages,
and bits of twine and tape,
littered all across the floor.
It seems there’s no escape.

Mistletoe, confetti
and some scattered potpourri.
Tinsel, popcorn, ornaments,
and yes, of course, the tree.

Now we’re in a panic,
searching frantically all day.
We think we kept the garbage
and we threw the gifts away!

 — Linda Knaus and Kenn Nesbitt

Copyright © 2004. All Rights Reserved.

Reading Level: Grade 4

Topics: Christmas, Holiday Poems


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