Twas the day after Christmas and all thru the house,
Every creature was hurting, even the mouse.
The toys were all broken, their batteries dead,
Santa passed out, with some ice on his head.
Wrapping and ribbons just covered the floor,
While upstairs the family continued to snore.
And I in my T-shirt, new Reeboks and jeans,
Went into the kitchen and started to clean.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the sink to see what was t he matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the curtains and threw up the sash.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a little white truck, with an oversized mirror.
The driver was smilling, so lively and grand,
The patch on his jacket said, “U.S. Postaman.�?BR>
With a handful of bille, he grinned like a fox
Then quickly he stuffen them into our box.
Bill after bill, after bill they still came,
Whistling and shouting he call them by name:
“Now Dillard’s now Broadway’s now Penney’s and Sears
Here’s Levitz’s and Target’s and Mervyn’s - all here!
To the top of your limit, every store, every mall,
Now charge away, charge away, charge away all.�?BR>
He sprang to his truck, and he drove down the road,
Driving much faster with just half a load.
Then I hear him exclaim with great Holiday cheer,
“Enjoy what you got - you’ll be paying all year.�?BR>
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