T’was the thirtieth of December
And the nativities were taken down.
The garlands with lights, the holly dishes…
Only the trees, the rooms did crown.
But that’s on the agenda tomorrow…
But nightfall, the house should be,
Devoid of Christmas decorations –
T’will be odd, at first, to see.
So, off I go to rest up,
For the work ahead of me in the coming day.
Goodnight to all, sleep well tonight,
Until the sun wakes you with his ray…
(Yes, odd poem… I can’t seem to do better tonight.)
To the KING be all the glory!