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The Night After Christmas
The Night After Christmas
By Wayne Stiles
I’ve decided that during the holiday season we should change the mall’s name to “maul.” I’ve never seen such mayhem — kids running, parents screaming, people impatiently standing in long lines — all to the music of “Joy to the World” in the background. Good grief! The irony of it all seemed somewhat humorous. (But not really.)
And if you decide to head to the “maul” the night
after
Christmas, you’ll see more of the same chaos — a rush of returns in exchange for even ... more ... stuff.
So in honour of those days
after
Christmas, I’ve decided to try my hand at rewriting Clement Clarke Moore’s Christmas classic. Here she goes. (Ahem.)
’Twas the night after Christmas, when all through the house,
Every creature was searching (both me and my spouse),
The stockings, the drawers, we looked everywhere,
In hopes the receipts for our gifts would be there.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the house to see what was the matter.
When, what to my wondering eyes should I see,
But my neighbour, too searching, his trash on the street.
More rapid than eagles he looked, but in vain,
And he shouted his creditors, and called them by name:
“On VISA! On MASTERCARD! On DISCOVER, I’m appalled!
I’ve thrown cash away! Cash away! Cash away — all!”
He’d splurged once again; he knew it too well,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard in my head,
A gentle reminder from what he had said.
I, too, was as guilty, from my head to my foot,
My conscience was tarnished like ashes and soot;
I focused, this season, on presents and things,
And not on my family, my friends, and my King.
I spoke not a word, but went straight to my work,
Ran into my house (I’d been such a jerk!),
Right up to my wife I came with a hug,
And kissed all my kids, right there on the rug.
“The night after Christmas is better,” said I,
“Than never recalling in
Christmas
is
Christ
!
The best of all gifts, which to us has been given,
Is Jesus, who died for our sins ... and is risen!”
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About the Author: Wayne Stiles
Wayne Stiles