T'was the day after Christmas, and all through the house,
new toys o'erflowed, leaving me to just grouse.
"I've cleaned up the attic, I've filled the garage,
but an uncluttered house still seems a mirage."
When out on the street there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to my window to see what was the matter.
A small moving van appeared, 'Extra Attic' on its side,
"Ah", I said, "my decluttering ride!"
A stately gentleman slowly jumped out,
and beckoned me near as he made a shout:
"On Preston, on Roger, on Steve, Scott and Kjell.
Save these people from their clutter hell."
In a minute they solved my clutter nightmare,
into temp storage with much room to spare.
I heard him say as he stored my stuff out of sight:
"Merry storage to all, and to all a good night!"