The day after Christmas and all through the house is paper shreds, bows and no room for a wee mouse.
I in my shorts and broom in my hand chase down each tiny speck of T-paper I can stand! Mocha my pet, thinks the new rolls his present. So to the shreding he scurrys. I am not sure what is his hurry.
I am turning in my head to see what is the matter and find that somehow there is cookie batter splatter. I wonder how in the world it got in such a strange place with a complete look of confusion all over my face.I exclaim I haven't baked for 2 days and look at this place!
The presents are stacked all over the place and now I must some how find the space. I hurry and scurry with rag, mop and a broom. In the hopes that no one knocks any time soon!
Christmas is wonderful I exclaim with a shout. It's the day after I have my doubts about!
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