T’was The Day After Christmas: A Poem For Parents


cleaning after christmasWith all that’s canceled in 2020, I vowed to make Christmas a little extra this year. A lot extra you could say. And going a little extra on the decorating is all well and good, but then reality sets in when you have to un-do all the little extras. 

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”

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Angela Bosco is a native of Westchester. She chose Briarcliff Manor as her home after too many hurricanes in Florida and too many people in NYC. She’s mom to her son, Blaise (2016), who’s energy she simultaneously envies and fears. She shares a love of adult beverages with her husband Michael who, like her, is in the spirits industry. A self-proclaimed expert multi-tasker, you can find her on the Hudson Line cramming podcasts, emails and breakfast while penciling in her eyebrows and trying not to spill coffee on her seat mate during her morning commute to the city. On her free time she struggles to choose between doing yoga, reading NY Times best-seller’s or watching all things Real Housewives: the latter usually wins out. In her 20s you could hear her asking when her life would begin- now in her 30s you’ll find her reveling in it-chaos and all.