Twas the Day After Christmas

Twas the day after Christmas, and all through the house,
Everyone was still sleeping, yes even that mouse.

The gifts were all opened, and some already forgot.
We couldn't remember just why they'd been bought.

The wrapping was stuffed in trash bags stashed outdoors,
And ribbons and bows saved for next year's gift tours.

It was early that morning when I woke and arose,
The house was still quiet, a time for repose.

Just I and the dogs sat in quiet remembrance
Of yesterday's fun, food, and gift-giving dance.

Of family and friends, of cards and phone calls,
Of lights and music, ornaments and decked halls.

It was fun, to be sure, and a wonderful day,
But now I wondered, has it all gone away?

For Christmas was over, another year past,
And as always, it seemed it just didn't last.

But what to my wondering heart did appear?
A thought reminded it was more than time of year.

No, Christmas was not over, and never would be.
No, Christmas was celebrating our Savior, you see.

And Jesus, who lives in believing hearts, I can say
Is always and ever alive, no matter the day.

Through crisis, through suffering, through joy and through pain,
Through good times and bad times, through loss and through gain.

No matter what life seems to bring through the year,
We can know, without doubt, that our Savior is here.

So as decor comes down and is stowed for a while,
Remember Christmas isn't over, and think with a smile,

For unto us a Child is born, to us the Prince of peace.
And in remembering, may your joy and peace increase.

(c) 2009 Sauni Rinehart