'Twas the day after Christmas
'Twas the day after Christmas, and all through the house,
Every creature was hurtin', 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,
I went into the kitchen and started to clean.
When out on the lawn there arose a clatter,
I leap from the sink to see what was the matter.
Away to the garden window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the curtains, and threw up the sash.
And 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, and they still came.
Whistling an shouting he called them by name:
"Now Dillard's, now Broadway's, now Sears and Robinson's.
Here's Penney's, Levitz's, Target and Mervyn's.
To the tip of your limit, every store, every mall,
You charged away--charged away--charged away all!"
Whooping an whistling as he finished his work.
He filled up the box, and then turned with a jerk.
He sprang to his truck an drove down the road,
Driving much faster with just half a load.
Til I heard him exclaim with great holiday cheer, "Enjoy what you got. .
.you'll be paying all year!"