‘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 Targets’, now Penney’s and Sears
Here’s Visa, Master =
Card, Discover – they’re all here.
To the top 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 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!"
~~
Dr Bob Griffin =
[email protected] =
www.grif.net
"Jesus =
Knows Me, This I Love!"