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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,
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 Robinson's, Levitz's and Target's and Mervyn's.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!"