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 cover the floor, while upstairs the family continued to snore. And I in my T-shirt, new Reeboks 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 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 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 turned with a jerk. He sprang to his truck and he drove down the road, driving much faster with just a half load. Then I heard him exclaim with great holiday cheer, " Enjoy what you got......... you'll be paying all year! "
