This year, my wish is not for a few extra presents on the 25th, but a little Christmas cleaning miracle on the 26th.
So for all the parents out there, this is for you: T’was The Day After Christmas
T’was the day after Christmas, and all through the house
Not a mama was stirring, not even her spouse
All the stockings were flung, all over the floor
In the hope that a cleaning crew would walk through the door
Then what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a Merry Maid van with all of the gear
A fast and fierce driver
So tidy and quick
I knew in a moment, the silhouette of a broomstick
And more rapid than eagles
The spotless crew came
As they shouted, “On Dyson”
And each gadget’s name
And so up to the housetop
With ladders went the crew
Removing lights and décor
Of course, garland too
Down the chimney the cleaned
With some rags and some pledge
Dusting and scrubbing
Every surface and ledge
They spoke not a word
And went straight to their work
Packed and stored all the stockings
Amongst the little shelf jerk
And washing the dishes
And folding the clothes,
Then giving a nod
Removed tinsel and bows
But I heard them exclaim
As they packed up their gear
“No more Christmas décor
At least not ‘til next year”