Twas the day after Christmas And all through our house Not a soul was stirring Not even my spouse. The gifts that had been Placed under our tree Had all been opened And viewed with such glee. The tree and the tinsel Had been put all away There they’d sit in storage For some future day. Now my spouse is a rising And he’s off to the course His day is spent golfing And shouting “fore” til he’s hoarse. But it was at work That I could be found And of course we have No snow on our ground. Yes, this is how Christmas In Florida is spent Where temperatures are so warm We could sleep in a tent. But we wouldn’t trade it For your cold air and snow We love the Florida sunshine The warm breezes that blow. And now we are nestled All snug in our bed While visions of next Christmas Dance around in our heads. Yes, Christmas is over We say to friends so dear It’s almost time for us To greet the brand New Year. A time for new beginnings, To reflect on things gone by Before we even realize we’ll be saying “It’s almost Christmas” with a sigh. ~Author...Vi-Linda Kitchene~ on all of my webpages. If I've missed anyone, my sincerest apologies to you and if you would be so kind as to e-mail me, I would promtly see that you receive the credit due or remove the item, whichever you'd prefer. Of course, I'm hoping you will graciously allow me to use them . Thank you and God Bless |