'Twas the Day After Christmas...

[ubermich]

And outside it was 77 degrees F! (25C) I think I might go for a bike ride later at this rate! So much for wearing that sweater I got yesterday

[DavidMorgan]

Twas the day after Christmas, and all through the house,
Every creature was hurting -- even the mouse.

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

Wrapping and ribbons just covered the floor, while
Upstairs the family continued to snore.

[ubermich]

You really shouldn't give egg nog to the little ones

[DavidMorgan]

T'was the fault of the Christmas Troll: