Twas The Day After Christmas ========================= 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 Dillards, now Broadways, now Pennys and Sears Heres Robinsons, Levitzs and Targets and Mervyns. 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....... YOULL BE PAYING ALL YEAR! ~Author Unknown
Posted on: Sat, 16 Nov 2013 18:20:10 +0000
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