Oh this is funny

I can't take the credit
and not sure where it's due
All I can say is
it's only funny
if this isn't you

'Twas the Day AFTER Christmas


'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 had passed out, with 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 read, "U.S. POSTMAN."

With both hands full of bills, he grinned like a fox,
Then quickly he stuffed them all in our mailbox.
Bill after bill, after bill, they still came,
Whistling and shouting he called them by name:

"Now Target, now Best Buy, now Penney's and Sears.
Also Amazon, eBay - you're up to your ears!
To the tip of your limit, each store, every mall,
Now charge away - charge away - charge away all!"

He whistled and whooped as he finished his work.
He had filled up the mailbox, then turned with a jerk.
He sprang to his truck and he drove down the road,
His 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!"