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 covered the floor,While upstairs 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 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 SearsHere’s Robinson’s, Levitz’s and Target’s and Mervyn’s.To the tip or your limit, every store, every mall,Now chargeaway-chargeaway-chargeaway 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 BOUGHT…….
YOU’LL BE PAYING ALL YEAR!”

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