'Twas the day after Christmas, and all through the house,
Everey creature was hurtin' even the mouse.
The toys were all broken, their batteries dead;
Santa pased out, with some ice on his head.
Wrapping and ribbons just covered the floor,
While upstiars 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 rose 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 oversize 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 shoulting he called them by name.
"Now Dillard's, now WalMart, now Penny's and Sears,
Here's Robinson's, Levitz's and Target's and Mervn's.
To the tip of your limit, every store, every mall,
Now chargeaway, chargeaway, chargeway all."
He whooped and he whistled as he fiinished his work.
He filled up the box, and then turned with a jerk.
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 BOUGHT . . . . . . .YOU'LL BE PAYING ALL YEAR!"