Hello God. It's me, Mara

An unnamed author wrote this one, just in time: “Day After Christmas.”

DAY AFTER CHRISTMAS

’Twas two days after Christmas and all through the house, every creature was hurting, even the mouse.

The toys were all broken, some batteries dead, Santa passed out with ice on his head.

Wrappings and ribbons just covered the floor, while upstairs the family continued to snore.

And I in my T-shirt, new Reeboks and Jeans, went into the kitchen and started to clean.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the sink to see what’s the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash, tor...