by Locker Room contributor
Still in that holiday spirit? Here’s a great poem to bring you back to earth that I found on Arcamax.
“Twas the day after Christmas, and all through the house,
creature was hurting– even the mouse.
The toys were all broken, their batteries dead;
out, with some ice on his head.
Wrapping and ribbons just covered the floor, while
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.
shouting he called them by name:
“Now Dillard’s, now Broadway’s, now Penny’s and Sears
Levitz’s and Target’s and Mervyn’s — all here!!
To the tip or your limit, every store, every mall,
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,
faster with just half a load.
Then I heard him exclaim with great holiday cheer,
YOU GOT … YOU’LL BE PAYING ALL YEAR!'”