Stacey Loscalzo

Dec 27

The Days After Christmas

by Stacey

Rob used to read The Night Before Christmas to the girls because my father read it to me. Last year, Caroline informed him that seeing as he didn’t read with as much expression as I did, that the job was being handed over to me. This year, she insisted on reading every other page herself.

When she read the following poem to me yesterday, I realized that she had indeed been paying attention while she read.

Enjoy the selection below courtesy of The Night Before Christmas with a small tribute to the Grinch, I think.

The Day After Christmas

By Caroline Loscalzo

Twas the day after Christams when all through the house, not a creature was stirring not even a mouse.

The day after Christmas can be so very sad, no more presents, no more food. But does that really mean it is so bad? Well, it might to some people but not in my house, oh no.

In the Loscalzo household everything is a buzz. Trying our pogo sticks, playing pick up sticks and setting up basketball hoops. Every one tall and small.

Is the day after Christmas really that bad at all?

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