The Day After: Peace on Earth, by Dudgrick Bevins

‘‘Twas the day after Christmas

And all through the streets,

Torn wrapping paper crawled

Like a pilgrim on their knees.

Inside each home the mothers

And fathers packed bags full

To the top with the packaging

And the paper that made the gift

Glitter with magic. But now,

It hurts but it’s true, all — yes all

— the children are once again glued

To their phones with out care,

Anything, the kids thought,

To drown out mom and dad’s chatter,

Anything to tictok the time away

Until there are no more Christmases

And no family to waste the day.