Twas the day after New Years

Twas the day after New Years, when all through the house,
Every creature was stirring, I’m sure even a mouse,
The stockings were taken off the chimney with care,
In hopes that Psych Daddy soon would be there.

Bean was overtired and refused to go to bed,
While visions of yogurt and banana danced in his head,
Psych Mama in her sweats and an old knit cap,
Donned her gloves all ready to pack.

When out in the garage there arose such a clatter,
Psych Mama sprang from the kitchen to see what was the matter,
There was Psych Daddy all ready to help,
With boxes turned over as they fell from the shelf.

Reassured that Psych Daddy was not hurt from the spill,
Psych Mama noticed that he looked a bit ill,
His cheeks were flushed and rosy red,
He’ll be no help today as he has to go to bed.

Psych Mama took up the cleaning by herself,
As she dusted and vacuumed and took down the little elf,
The boxes finally packed, she exclaimed a sarcastic cheer,
“Thank goodness it’s over! Happy New Year!”