'Twas 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 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,
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 Sears
Here's Levitz's
and Target's
and Mervyn's--
all here!!

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 GOT ...
YOU'LL BE PAYING ALL YEAR!"

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Love came down at Christmas,
Heaven touched earth,
and Hope was born anew.