‘Twas 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 broke, their batteries dead; Santa was asleep 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 Macy, now Best Buy, now Penny’s and Sears. Here’s Wal-mart and Target and Nordstorm—all here!! To the top or 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 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!”