The Night After Christmas

Twas the night after Christmas and oh what a mess

The kids left their crap strode all over the place

The stockings were lying all crumpled and free

I even saw one that got slung in the tree

The frig was so stuffed with left over good cheer

That I couldn’t even see where she put my last beer

But I moved things enough to see it way in the back

And I eased it out without knocking stuff off the rack

I set back in my chair and cracked open the can

Looking back on the day that had just been at hand

I saw all of her stuff that was stacked on the couch

And my box of socks that lay under the Hutch

When the silence was broken by a noise on the porch

It sounded like gun fire; I almost crapped in my shorts

I sprang from my chair spilling my beer down my shirt

And ran to the door to see what the hell was at work

I flung open the door not knowing what to expect

Was it a riot, a gun fight or a militia attack?

But what in front of my eyes did appear

Was my drunk brother-in-law who had run out of beer

He staggered inside and fell out on the couch

Crushing my wife’s presents that she so neatly laid out

He set up for a minute then barfed on his feet

Then passed out again; I covered him up with a sheet

I went back to my chair and what was left of my beer

When I heard a voice screaming for all the neighbors to hear

It was my wife that was yelling “What the hell’s all the noise?”

“It’s nothing my dear, just your drunk brother Lloyd”

“Well cut off the lights and come on to bed

We’ll clean him up in the morning”, I just shook my head

So I finished my beer, and looked at my watch

1:30 already and I’m about ready to crash

But it’s been a nice Christmas all things considered

Though the place is a mess and I’m a little withered

So I thought to myself as I cut out the lights

Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night

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