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’Twas
The Day After Christmas |
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| '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. |
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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. |
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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." |
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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: |
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"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!" |
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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. |
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Then I heard him exclaim with great holiday
cheer,
"ENJOY WHAT YOU GOT ... YOU’LL BE PAYING ALL YEAR!" |
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