Twas 11 days after Christmas

A Poem

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Twas 11 days after Christmas
And all thru my home
Ornaments hung
And the lights lightly moaned

Daddy on his bike again
And me, in my cap
Had just settled down
For a long winter’s nap

The child all nestled
Snug in his bed
Muttered Santa’s not real dad
I think at this point he is dead

But the tree in the corner
Knew of his plight
Prickly and fickle
He’d put up a fight

So the days
They will pass
Soon it will be Spring
and daddy, oh daddy
Will not move a thing

But St. Nick
Wears a smile
Alive in his home
His taxes are filed
Unlike the Mandlers, not apt to postpone

So it is still Christmas in Iowa
Although Steve is a Jew
Maybe it is a Judaism custom
That I never knew

And I got no presents
Bitter, a tad
But if he cleans up this mess
I will give Christmas to dad.

Merry Christmas! Jan 5, 2021