Twas the Day After Christmas 

By Jim Hammond

Twas the Day After Christmas, and all through the house

Not a creature was happy, Not even a spouse.

The tree was dragged outside and its needles fell off.

She ran her new vacuum—He ran to play golf.

The fight was not over--had barely begun

No vacuum was wanted—Why  is he so dumb?

She thought with the hint about Susie's nice ring

That finally he’d get it--He got the wrong thing.

Who wants a big vacuum, this thing with a roar?

It doesn’t say I love you like the ring Susie wore.

While wearing NEW Golf Shoes, he asked “Could he go”?

He was completely surprised when her answer was “NO”

He tried on his logic sure then that would move her

I’ll use my new shoes while you use your New Hoover.

Her bottom lip quivered, she cried as he stared,

Which made her cry harder not knowing he cared.

Twas the day after Christmas and the cheer was not here

We wish Christmas cheer could last all through the year.