To celebrate the end of 12 days of Christmas and to guide you through the holiday dishes packing festivities, we wrote a poem just for you ::
It was the 12 days after Christmas and all through the house,
Not a present was left unwrapped, not even granny’s new blouse.
The holiday dishes, plates, and glasses were all washed with care,
In hopes to be dried by the cool winter’s air.
The children were rambunctious, playing videos games in bed,
While visions of Arkham City danced through their heads
And wife in her gown and I eating kale,
Had just settled down and to look at the sales.
When downstairs we heard such a crashing noise,
I threw down my iPad and tripped over toys
Running downstairs, I saw the dishes had fallen
I paused and sneezed; apparently there was some pollen
The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
My sons below had smashed most of the drying china wear!
With terror in their eyes, fleeing the scene so lively and quick
I knew in a moment we should have packed everything into our storage unit made of brick.
Calling to my wife, to see the destruction
She came down the stairs avoiding the toys of obstruction
More rapid than fighter jets, to the crime scene she came
And she whistled and she shouted, our young sons names:
“Now Hunter, now Andrew, now Michael and Sam!
You clean up this mess as fast as you can!
You fools, you devils, make sure to use the broom!
Don’t miss one broken piece and return to your rooms!”
When met with this obstacle they hustled and hurried
And flew to their rooms like little snow flurries
With the boys now quiet, and us to our bed,
I knew that my wife was all-full of dread
Our living room was filled with empty storage boxes
And she never considered herself when packing one of the sly foxes.
The next morning…
While reading my latest GQ, I heard at the door
Possible prancing and pawing, but it was just wind coming down the moor
As I returned to my ‘zine and wife with her coffee came around
Through the door I swear Santa came with a bound
He was dressed like classy George Clooney from his head to his foot
And his clothes were not tarnished with ashes and soot
A bundle of bubble wrap and packing papers was flung on his back
And he looked still like Clooney, opening his pack
His eyes – how they twinkled! His dimples how merry
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow
And the well kempt beard was white as snow
The wife was impressed with Santa Clooney’s teeth
And the steam from her coffee encircled his head like a wreath
He came forward and said, “We have some packing to do,
And wake up the boys they can help too!”
He was lean and well built, a right handsome old elf,
And my wife broke into a smile and said, “I’ll wake them myself!”
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave us to know we had nothing to dread.
Me, the wife, and boys, we spoke not a word and went straight to our work
So glad the remaining dishes were dry with no hope of growing bacteria or dirt
And wrapping each glass and dish with bubble wrap and newspaper
We stacked them in fours and I wondered if I’d ever look like Don Draper
Sam looked up and saw, jolly Clooney was no longer there
And he wondered out loud, “Did he disappear in the air?”
My wife in awe said, “I don’t know son,”
But I knew our handsome storage elf was gone…
Michael ran to the window and watched as he drove out of sight, saying,
“Happy Packing to all and make sure to pack your valuables just right!”
Need a more straightforward solution to packing your precious holiday dinnerware? Check out our Tips on Packing Dishes
and you know The Container Store
has many options when storing your valuable crystal, glass, and porcelain. Happy packing!