The
Day After Christmas
“It's
one day after Christmas,
I'm
crabby and I'm broke.
I'm
so full of ham and fruitcake,
I
think I'm gonna croak...”
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Jokes Webblog
So,
here we are, one day later. The family room is covered with torn up
Christmas paper, half our gifts have to be returned because they
don't fit, and the refrigerator is crammed with leftover food that no
one can stand the sight of. Just about now, we've had enough of Uncle
Howie's off-color jokes and Aunt Alma's complaining about her
bunions, but of course, they're not leaving until New Year's. We grit
our teeth and fire up the stove for yet another round of bacon and
eggs wondering how anyone can possibly be hungry given the sheer
volume of engorgement that's occurred over the last forty-eight
hours.
Merry,
merry, blah, blah, blah. Ah, yes, the after-Christmas blahs—a well
known and completely understandable ailment. We humans are quite a
bit like hobbits, actually. We prefer life to go according to
schedule; we like to keep to our routine, and eat our regular food,
and have our space and time just the way we always have it. Holidays
are totally irregular. We have to interact with people who are
“different,” and who have worn out their welcome after about two
days. We eat all that rich food and feel out of sorts with our
insides. We suddenly remember the folks we forgot to buy gifts for
and wonder which unwanted gifts we received can be re-gifted without
being discovered. It's an awkward and difficult time.
Fear
not, dear one. This too shall pass. New Year's will come and go, and
the house will clear out and the garbage truck will come and pick up
all the boxes and trash. Life will resume its normal proportions,
and you will sigh with relief that this won't happen again for
another year.
Hopefully,
somewhere in all of that hullabaloo, a child was born, a son given,
with authority resting upon his shoulders, who will be called
wonderful counselor, mighty God, everlasting father, prince of peace.
As you're picking up the paper, and putting away the tinsel, and
making soup from the leftovers, think upon this: 'His authority shall
grow and there shall be endless peace.' Don't we wish that were so?
In
the spirit,
Jane
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