| | The day after Christmas |
| created @ 12/28/2007 06:25 am |
| mum expired. [FRIENDS] |
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'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 had passed out, with 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 read, "U.S. POSTMAN."
With both hands full of bills, he grinned like a fox,
Then quickly he stuffed them all in our mailbox.
Bill after bill, after bill, they still came,
Whistling and shouting he called them by name:
"Now Target, now Best Buy, now Penney's and Sears.
Also Amazon, eBay - you're up to your ears!
To the tip of your limit, each store, every mall,
Now charge away - charge away - charge away all!"
He whistled and whooped as he finished his work.
He had filled up the mailbox, then turned with a jerk.
He sprang to his truck and he drove down the road,
His 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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