Subject: The Boxing Day Blues
From: Christopher W. Thomas (creatician@poetic.com)
Host: 207-172-227-110.s47.as1.dnb.erols.com
Date: Sat Dec 26, 1998 at 10:46AM

It's the day after Christmas ... the day we get the blues

The day when we face the mess, and the clean-up, too
The day to put together all the leftovers to make a hash
The day we make pretty bows out of used ribbons, stashed

The day we box up all those extra things we don't want ...
And cart them over to the Goodwill, or some other haunt
So orphaned and neglected children can then have fun
With all those odds and ends - so they can play and run

In the old shoes and clothes which no longer fit our kids
And bundle up warm in old coats and sweaters we hid ...
When the cat ripped them one day playing with strands
That dangled down to the floor as we took our stand ...

All of these things we gave up on so very long ago ...
Can create so much comfort for those kids, and show
How very considerate we are of other folks' needs ...
Giving away all those extras, will gratify, indeed ...

- Tristram

(c) Christopher W. Thomas
10:37am Sat. Dec. 26th, 1998