TWAS THE MORNING AFTER CHRISTMAS....

And all through the house Not a creature dared stir, not even a mouse; The hosts treaded tenderly and with utmost care, in hopes that the hangover cure elves would soon be there; They wished they were still nestled all snug in their beds, with no pounding whatsoever going on in their heads; But throb their heads did, their stomachs both tender, thanks to the overly zealous party that was their year-ender; It went rather well, no leftovers in sight, and all the beer had been quaffed off with might; The turkey was finished, as was the lamb, and gone was the curry that replaced the ham; All the presents had been opened and given away, for the kids it was the high point of the day; Still some stuck around till wee hours playing Taboo, it seemed at the time like a fun thing to do; Twas a good night, we think, based on what we remember, but we don't think we'll drink again at least till September. Where's the aspirin? Slainte Ps: Stay tuned, pictures of this bash of the year to come.