The Haxtun-Fleming Herald - What can we reason but from what we know? -Alexander Pope

‘Twas the day after Christmas and all through the house

A bomb had exploded that water could not douse

The stockings that were hung on the entertainment stand with care

Were ripped down and scattered and nobody knew where

The ornaments from the tree were strewn about

And mama herself was about to freak out

The toddler no longer nestled all snug in his bed

But rather half-naked screaming off his head

Mama still in her pajamas and it’s half past noon

Daddy just hopes she’ll shower sometime soon

When from the living room there arose such a clatter

Mama reluctantly yelled, “Son, what’s the matter?”

Away from the living room he ran like a flash

Mama walked in to see a giant toy crash

There were cars, trucks, tools and clothes

Puzzles, trains, books and legos

When what to her wondering eye did appear

But a tiny little terror going into fifth gear

With feet that run so lively, so quick

He dashed away faster than she could say “Frick!”

His eyes-how they twinkled, his smile-how ornery

But how can she resist when he smiles and says “Mommy”

And sticking his finger far up his nose

He pulled out a booger to wipe on her clothes

He sprang back to his toys and gave a big squeal

Because he loves those toys a very great deal

But she heard him exclaim as he vanished from sight

“Mama, I poop” and it gave her a fright

Mama changed that diaper and settled down for nap

“I’ll clean the house later and pick up all this crap”

“For now, we will snuggle and enjoy the day”

Because moments like these are slowly slipping away

Merry Christmas, dear friends, may your new year be bright

And you get rested up from these long Christmas nights