'Twas the Night after New Year's

'Twas the night after New Year's and all through the house
The people were snoring as well as the mouse.
A fortnight of stuffing their face to the gills,
Delight of the young and their Christmas Day thrills,
Songs had been sung and ornaments strung,
Dinners were hosted and good times were toasted,
Ball had been dropped and corks had been popped
As bubbly was raised and Auld Lang was praised.

But now the grand New Year stretches ahead,
The revelers so soundly asleep in their beds,
Dreaming and scheming of what they will do
With gift of a full year, so brand spanking new
That all seems afresh with a pristine potential,
Awaiting commands for they all are credentialed
To do what they will as they number their days,
E'en though looking forward there seems to be haze,
And who knows what mountains will need to be razed,
Then a pair of eyes opens, preveniently prays.