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T'was the day after Christmas

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T’was 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 box.


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 Levitz's and Target's and Mervyn's -- all here!!


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,





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