Boxing Day

‘Tis the day after Christmas, and all through the ‘stead,
Only one creature is stirring, the rest ‘round the house are spread.

The cats are both curled in cute little balls, sleeping off the night’s antics where they climbed up the walls.
Their angelic, sweet faces, so easy to adore, hide the evil-cat dreams I’ve learned to abhor.

And the Saints are snoring as they lay on the bed, thank goodness there are pillows for their tired little heads.
The way their exhausted and unable to play, you’d think they’d spent the night guiding Santa and his sleigh.

And Richard has claimed a small spot ‘twixt the dogs, where he’s nestled in tightly, sawing some logs.
There’s no need to worry about him keeping warm, he’s got living space heaters to keep him from harm.

So, my communication to you on this bleak winter day
Is keep yourselves warm and happy Boxing Day!