Twas the day AFTER Christmas ...

[Guest BluesLover]

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-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!"

[Marcarl]

Very very real for some folks, but thankfully my charge cards did not get used. We don't spend that much, too many dead batteries and off shore garbage.

[Yammer Dan]

We don't use the plastic thing for Christmas but a good chunk of that Green stuff goes somewhere!!