Gifts are purchased, lovingly wrapped & placed under the tree.

The big day arrives & gifts are opened to smiles & surprise.

Ridiculous plastic packaging is confronted, batteries are inserted.

Frantic, loud, joyous play commences.

It’s all so delightful…until its over.

As I sit wishing that all of this Christmas stuff would put itself away.  That this mess would clean itself up.  That those returns would, well, return themselves.

The after Christmas is not nearly so fun.


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