On the Twenty-Ninth Day of December …

‘Twas the twenty-ninth day of December
Oh my! What a day!
Well, afternoon more like it –
Well – part – was hectic anyway.

The boxes were in the attic,
But the day was coming quick,
When decorations must be packed,
And so the two eldest girls were picked.

They climbed up the mighty ladder,
Reaching the attic floor,
The eldest passed down boxes –
Then more and more and more.

Her sister was clumsy that day –
She admitted it herself,
She couldn’t keep track of the boxes,
Coming from that attic shelf.

More than one met it’s fate,
By landing harshly on the ground.
Good thing that they were empty –
But my! Did they make a sound!

The big blue bins were the hardest,
Not quite empty were they.
Heavy and awkward, large and stubborn –
They were no mere child’s play.

Now the boxes were down,
Tomorrow perhaps they’ll pack.
Right now the boxes were resting,
In the hallway, in many a tidy stack!

To the KING be all the glory!