Twas The Day After Christmas ( Archived) (5)

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 arrive,
But a little red truck, with an unwanted prize.

The driver was smiling, so lively LIKE MOST;
The patch on his jacket said "CANADA POST."

With a handful of bills, he grinned like a fox
Then quickly he stuffed them into my mailbox.

Bill after bill, after bill, they still came.
Whistling and shouting he called them by name:

"Now Dillard's, now Moores, now Levi’s and Sears
Here's Zellars and Costco and the Bay—They’re all here!!

To the tip of your limit, You buy presents to please her.
Now chargeaway-chargeaway-“Thank God for Visa"

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 now ‘Caus he’s got half a load.

Then I heard him exclaim with great holiday cheer,
"ENJOY WHAT YOU GOT ... YOU'LL BE PAYING ALL YEAR!"

LOL I like this

That was good!