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;
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 Penny’s and Sears
Levitz’s and Target’s and Mervyn’s — all here!!

To the tip or your limit, every store, every mall,
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,