’Twas the Night After Christmas
’Twas the night after Christmas and all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, except for a mouse.
Piles of debris and throw-away toys
Is all that remained from the wee girls and boys.
Children was nestled all snug in their beds
With cell phones and new apps tucked under their head.
Sacred icons once shaped with our hands
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