‘Twas two days into the new year and all through the house,
Not a sound could be heard except the click of a mouse.
The stockings were empty and still on the fireplace
The tree was still up and trimmed with great lace.
The cats were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that some mice soon would be there.
Grandson went home and daughter got a job,
While I was still looking for my dad’s watch fob.
Time goes by faster and faster it seems;
The slow days are now just daydreams.
My leg joints ache like nobody’s business,
So I think I’ll ask God for new ones next Christmas!
Thanks for indulging my brief blogs as a poet;
The next ones will be normal, don’t ‘ya just know it?