'Twas two days after Christmas, and all thru the house all the creatures were exhausted, even the mouse Empty stockings still hung by the fireplace this year the kids emptied them so fast, they were on a tear The kids were still playing, plenty of toys to spare while visions of credit card bill still gave me a scare With ma in her her bathrobe, and I in my slipper, I just settled with a cup of coffee and the daily paper, and a plate of fresh kippers When over by my window, there arose such a clatter I sprang from my armchair, to see what was the matter Away to the window I flew like a bird and passed a great looking purple insula-tor The sun shone in the window and bathed us in its light and passed thru that purple insulator, and it looked just oh so right The light dazzled and scattered and reflected off the walls it was prettier than the Christmas lights, the decorations, and balls There's something majestic, so special, so right, when the sun hits an insulator in a manner just right But the cats were playing by that window by far and I had to prevent them from turning the treasures to shards The floors were all covered with boxes and ribbon, paper and packages, coats, hats, and mittens But I got to the window in just the nick of time to save those insulators that were mine, mine and mine As I admired my collection, while the kids played their games, I whistled and shouted and called them by name Oh suspensions, Oh ponies, Hello beehives and tolls, hello threaded (but no threadless), some new, most quite old The weather outside, with the sun was till freezin' but I was warmed by the glow of this holiday season The world isn't perfect and is quite far from quite right in some senses it gives one quite the right fright But with the sunrise tomorrow and with its first light it will hit that insulator the same, and scatter its light And so I'm reminded to spread this good cheer, not just now but also the rest of the year And so with apologies to the late Clement Moore, I'll wrap this up and finish this score As life marches on, with its good times and bad, I wish you all the best, and hope that you are glad Now my bad rhyming and meter shall close, with my best wishes for all the best in the New Year, Happy Collecting, and no more bad prose! By: Jeff Nucciarone
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