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 ice on his head.
Wrapping and ribbons just covered to snore.
And I in my T-shirt, new reeboks and jeans,
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 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
mail,
now charge away, charge away, charge away
all!"
He sprang to his truck, and 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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Huney, Bon & Simba-missed so very much
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