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Twas the day after Christmas and all through the town<\/strong> The lights and the garland that hung all around<\/strong> The women were standing in lines at the store<\/strong> While Mama returned gifts, as I took a nap<\/strong> When in my dream state I screamed like a baby<\/strong> On the way down the stairs I stumbled and fell<\/strong> The sun on the door with the wreath now gone<\/strong> My ears heard a screech and I sprang to my feet<\/strong> With a little old man holding on for dear life<\/strong> I yelled at the man to stop the wild cart<\/strong> Like a tornado spinning and knocking things down<\/strong> Then all of a sudden I heard on the roof<\/strong> As I step on the grass and was turning around<\/strong> He was dressed all in tatters from his head to his toes<\/strong> He wiped his face with a dirty, torn sleeve<\/strong> His eyes were intent as he stared down the road<\/strong> But a jump off the curb and a wink of his eye<\/strong> With a smile on my face as I glanced down the drive<\/strong> My new cap in her hand and receipts in her pocket<\/strong> We walked up the sidewalk and into the house<\/strong> I hope all of you had a Blessed Christmas!<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Twas the day after Christmas and all through the town People were working to take Christmas trees down. The lights and […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":1580,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_bbp_topic_count":0,"_bbp_reply_count":0,"_bbp_total_topic_count":0,"_bbp_total_reply_count":0,"_bbp_voice_count":0,"_bbp_anonymous_reply_count":0,"_bbp_topic_count_hidden":0,"_bbp_reply_count_hidden":0,"_bbp_forum_subforum_count":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[16],"tags":[1782,107,1778,1776,1777,1780,512,1783,1779,814,647,1781],"class_list":["post-1586","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-general","tag-cap","tag-christmas","tag-clown","tag-gifts","tag-golf-cart","tag-nose","tag-road","tag-sidewalk","tag-toad","tag-town","tag-trees","tag-wife"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ourartsmagazine.com\/kathykmcclellan\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1586","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ourartsmagazine.com\/kathykmcclellan\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ourartsmagazine.com\/kathykmcclellan\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ourartsmagazine.com\/kathykmcclellan\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ourartsmagazine.com\/kathykmcclellan\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1586"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/ourartsmagazine.com\/kathykmcclellan\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1586\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ourartsmagazine.com\/kathykmcclellan\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1580"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ourartsmagazine.com\/kathykmcclellan\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1586"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ourartsmagazine.com\/kathykmcclellan\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1586"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ourartsmagazine.com\/kathykmcclellan\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1586"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nPeople were working to take Christmas trees down.<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nBy noon they were all laid out on the ground.<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nReturning the gifts from the people next door.<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nI dreamed she went mad and returned my new cap.<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nAnd jumped out of bed to stop the mad lady.<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nWhich woke me quite rudely as I said, \u201cWhat the hell?\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nWarmed the stairs and the floor as I looked out at the lawn.<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nAs I watched a golf cart flying fast down the street.<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nTo a bag I suspect was full of trouble and strife.<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nBut he didn\u2019t stop and it soon fell apart.<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nThe cart went to pieces when it hit an old clown.<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nA workman that laughed and said, \u201c That\u2019s quite a big goof.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nI saw what a mess the cart made of the clown.<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nThere was a small stream of blood from his big red nose.<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nBefore saying, \u201cGood day folks, I think I\u2019ll just leave.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nAnd before I knew it he had turned into a toad!<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nLet me know he was good and that he would survive.<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nIt was my crazy mad wife that I had just spied.<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nShe took all her credit and bought a new locket.<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nThe day after Christmas, just me and my spouse.<\/strong><\/p>\n