One - Day

It was one day after Christmas,
And everything was still.
The fridge was stuffed with leavings,
Everyone had ate their fill.

The house was in a clutter,
Dolly was not in her gown.
She had her face to the wall,
And was half-way up-side down.

Grandpa was in a temper,
For he was accused of drinking.
By taking some spirits off the shelf,
His thoughts just kept un-linking.

Mother was in a tizzy,
O her book...there wasn't a trace.
There was pie smearing up the piano,
And everything else out of place.

The hall was cast in a shadow,
And Dad was minutes...too late.
And in his escape from the kitchen,
He stepped on a roller-skate.

O it's one-day after Christmas,
And the ruin of us is near.
And I wonder if we could take it,
If Christmas came more times a year?


E.P. 1908 - 1989