The twenty-sixth a quieter day,  
When Christmas madness drifts away.  
The toys are strewn, the tree leans right,  
And someone’s snoring out of sight.  
The fridge is packed with yesterday’s feast,  
We nibble leftovers, at the very least.  
Turkey, stuffing, pie so grand,  
Cold mashed vegetables? Perfectly planned!  
We find odd gifts we missed before,  
Like socks and candles on the floor.  
The ugly sweater that someone loves,  
And mittens too big for the winter gloves!  
But oh, we laugh, and still we play,  
Enjoying the season’s final day.  
For Christmas joy may wind on down,  
But smiles remain in every town.  
So cheers to us, to food and naps,  
To cozy blankets and long, warm chats.  
The joy of Christmas does not fade,  
It lingers in the love we’ve made.  
For magic doesn’t come and go,  
It’s something that we choose to show.  
The twenty-sixth, though a little more quiet, proves,  
That love is here, and still it moves.  
Let’s keep this glow, let’s share it wide,  
The warmth of Christmas deep inside.  
A season’s end, but love remains,  
Like evergreen in life’s sweet chains.