On Returning the House to Normal after Christmas

On the second day of the new year, I took down the Christmas tree, and found nerf bullets in its branches: three. 

On the third day of the new year, I vacuumed out the couch and found four nerf bullets in the pouch

On the fourth day of the new year, I began the wash; in which was five nerf bullets. O my gosh.

On the fifth day of the new year, I cleaned the heater fins, and found two nerf bullets deep within.

On the sixth day of the new year, the corners I did mop, and still the nerf bullets did not stop.

On the seventh day of the new year, I cleaned the ceiling fan, and there was more nerf ammo for the can.

This Christmas was fun and the grandkids were a scream, and of all these nerf bullets did they dream.

I thought they had fun with the skates and sleds and dolls, but they loved the nerf bullets most of all.

Next year, oh next year, I have thought about it lots:  I am banning nerf bullets to the shop.