*'Twas The Day After Christmas* - A Poem
*'Twas The Day After Christmas*
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 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 Penney'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-chargeawTo the tip or your
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!"
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Author Unknown
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 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 Penney'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-chargeawTo the tip or your
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!"
(http://www.crosswalkmail.com/icfcctdg_losohsks.html)
Author Unknown
Comment
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Comment by T.L. Hawkins on January 7, 2009 at 2:43pm
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Funny and true! Why do we put ourselves in debt?
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