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 "US 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 Wal-Mart, now Lowe’s,

now Sears and E_Bay.



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