"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,
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 "US 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 Hudson's, now K-Mart,
now Penney's and Sears,
Here's Visa, MasterCard,
Target's and Pier's."

"To the tip of your limit,
every store, every mall,
Now charge away, charge away,
charge away all."

He whooped and he whistled,
as he finished his work,
he filled up the box,
and turned with a jerk.

He sprang to his truck,
and he drove down the road,
Driving much faster now,
with just half a load.

Then I heard him exclaim,
with great holiday cheer,
"Enjoy what you got
. . . You'll be paying all year!"