christmas hangover

As the festivities wind down
With no more parties to head to
Kids live in their pajamas
Until school begins anew
 
The world at large, we’re all confused
About what day it is again
Moms allow more than their norm
And are the Snack Bitches of their den
 
There’s a mess in each direction
As new toys mix in with the old
Even still, kids have sword fights
With leftover wrapping paper rolls
 
The Christmas tree and decorations
Which felt like magic just last week
Now feel overwhelming
And turn mom into a clean freak
 
Eyes all aglow for tiny tots
Since they’re fixated on a screen
Laptop, cell phone, TV, tablet
Kids have their pick of drab machines
 
Becoming anxious at the sight
Mom reminds them — you have new toys!
And for eight exciting minutes
Presents amuse the girls and boys
 
At minute nine, they need mom's help
To construct something for them
So they run off, make a new mess
While she hot glues a yellow gem
 
Frustrated, mom realizes that
No one has stepped outside all day
Knows the crew could burn some steam
And bundles them up without a say
 
They return from their adventure
With energy that’s been restored
Mom feels good, like she’s got this
Until the inevitable, “I’m bored!”