We celebrated Boxing Day
in a fairly normal way.
Put on gloves, got in the ring,
danced a bit, began to swing.
After landing several jabs,
we both took a couple tabs.
Next thing you know, we’re inside
boxes, boxes, tall and wide.
Boxes, boxes, everywhere,
like an Amazon nightmare.
Box of turtles, box of frogs,
ancient box of Lincoln logs.
In some boxes made of pine
some old relatives recline.
In a box unopened yet,
came a scream, “Nyet, nyet !”
Had to see what made that noise.
It was filled with Putin toys.
But we deemed these dolls no fun,
mailed them back to Washington.
Of course we’d see them in a while,
playing at the Senate trial.
It was just a mailing glitch.
They were meant for Moscow Mitch.
