| The Day After Christmas 'Twas the day after Christmas and all through 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 the 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 smiling, so lively and grand; The patch on his jacket said "U.S. Postman." With a handful of bills, he grinned like a fox, Then quickly he stuffed them into our mailbox. Bill after bill, after bill, they still came; Whistling and shouting he called them by name, "Now Dillard's, now Broadway's, now Penny's and Sears, Here's Levitz's and Target's and Mervyn's - all here! To the tip of your limit, every store, every mall, Now chargeaway - chargeaway - chargeaway all!" He whooped and he whistled as he finished his work, He filled up the box and then turned with a jerk. He sprang to his truck and he drove down the road, Driving much faster with just half a load. Then I heard him exclaim with great holiday cheer, "Enjoy what you got, you'll be paying all year!" |
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