Posted by a friend Maureen OMergenhagen 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,I 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 Hot topic, now L.L. bean, now Pennys and Sears Heres Cabellas, walmart and Targets and Best buy. 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 BOUGHT....... YOULL BE PAYING ALL YEAR!
Posted on: Fri, 26 Dec 2014 16:17:44 +0000