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.
Wrappings and ribbons just cover the floor, While upstairs the family continued to snore. And I in my t-shirt, new reebocks and jeans, I went to 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 curtians, and threw up the sash.
When what to my wondering eyes should a appear, But a little white truck, with an oversized mirrow. The driver was smiling, so lively and grand; The patch on his jacket said " U.S. POSTMAN. "
With a handful of bills, he grined 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 Dillards, now broadways, now Penny's and Sears. Hears Robinson's, Levitz's and Target and Mervyn's.
To the top of your limit, every store, every mall, Now charge away -- charge away -- Charge away all !
He whooped and he whistled as he finished his work. He filled up the box, and then he turned with a jerk. He sprang to his truck and he drove down the road, driving much faster with just a 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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