After Christmas: a poem by Howard Thurman "When the song of the angels is stilled, when the star in the sky is gone, when the kings and princes are home, when the shepherds are back with their flocks, the work of Christmas begins: to find the lost, to heal the broken, to feed the hungry, to release the prisoner, to rebuild the nations, Christmas Poems The Day After Christmas by Anonymous It's one day after Christmas I'm crabby and I'm broke. I'm so full of ham and fruitcake I think I'm gonna croak. It's nice to see the relatives I wonder when they'll leave. They've been camping in my bathroom since early Christmas Eve. They're eating everything in sight and sleeping in my bed.
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Christmas Poems Classic and contemporary poems for the holiday season. By The Editors Illustration by Hyesu Lee. This collection of poems and site features presents many Christmases: spiritual and secular, bleak and hopeful, individual and communal. W. S. The Day after Christmas by A Janeen Quillman 'Twas the day after Christmas and all through the house The kids were all stirring both Mom and her spouse. All the stockings were down and the chimney was bare. It looked like a party had taken place there. The tots were busy playing with toys on their beds 1. 'Ring out wild bells', from In Memoriam AHH by Alfred, Lord Tennyson This Christmas will be painful for many faced with empty chairs around the dinner table. From 1849, In Memoriam captures. After christmas Poems - Modern Award-winning After christmas Poetry : All Poetry Poems / After christmas Poems - The best poetry on the web Steven P. Pody Follow Jan '21 Not From The Ceiling, But From Heaven Hangeth Thee (or, Ode To An Old White Wreath Left To Hang For Far Too Long) Faded ho-ho-ho, and hi-de-oh, I'm a frosted Cheerio.
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'Twas the month after Christmas, and all through the house Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse. The cookies I'd nibbled, the eggnog I'd taste At the holiday parties had gone to my waist. When I got on the scales there arose such a number! When I walked to the store (less a walk than a lumber), I'd remember the marvelous meals I'd prepared: Christian theologian and mystic Howard Thurman wrote a poem to describe the ongoing work of Christmas after the day passes. The day after Christmas can be a letdown. For weeks, sometimes months in advance, we prepare for the coming of this single day. We write Christmas lists, gather lists from others, go shopping for gifts, put up decorations. Mistletoe, confetti. and some scattered potpourri. Tinsel, popcorn, ornaments, and yes, of course, the tree. Now we're in a panic, searching frantically all day. We think we kept the garbage. and we threw the gifts away! — Linda Knaus and Kenn Nesbitt. Children's poet Kenn Nesbitt provides this witty response for the day after Christmas. Taking Down the Tree by Jane Kenyon: Kenyon reminds us of the holidays' fragility. Old ornaments begin to fall apart and get packed away along with the memories they evoke. The tree begins to crumble.
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The Night After Christmas Words: Anne P. L. Field Source: Christmas: Its Origin, Celebration and Significance as Related in Prose and Verse - Robert Haven Schauffler (1907) Twas the night after Christmas in Santa-Claus land And to rest from his labors St. Nicholas planned. The reindeer were turned out to pasture and all The Day After Christmas T'was the day after Christmas, And oh what a sight, All the ribbons and presents, That once did delight; Strewn and scattered were they, On the living room floor, And around them lay wrapping All tattered and tore. In the kitchen the remnants Of turkey and ham, Some green beans and stuffing With a half-eaten yam;
Twas The Night After Christmas Twas the night after Christmas a time to replay The event of that Christmas day The stockings were once hung by the chimney with care Were chewed and torn beyond repair No one was nestled all snug in bed There were spilt milk and Friskies to be cleaned up instead Me wearing my kerchief my husband in his night cap The Work of Christmas. When the song of the angels is stilled, When the star in the sky is gone, When the kings and princes are home, When the shepherds are back with their flock, The work of Christmas begins: To find the lost, To heal the broken, To feed the hungry, To release the prisoner, To rebuild the nations, To bring peace among brothers,
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Begging though to remain His disobedient servant, The promising child who cannot keep His word for long. The Christmas Feast is already a fading memory, And already the mind begins to be vaguely aware. Of an unpleasant whiff of apprehension at the thought. Of Lent and Good Friday which cannot, after all, now. Be very far off. Twas The Night AFTER Christmas! The poem about the night after Christmas, when everyone's eaten too much and a doctor is called! Story Reads: 38,658. 'Twas the night after Christmas, and all through the house. Not a creature was stirring—except for a mouse. The stockings were flung in haste over the chair,
