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,
I 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
  Here's Robinson's, Levitz's
  and Target's and Mervyn's.

To the tip of your limit,
every store, every mall,
Now 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,
"ENJOY WHAT YOU GOT...
  YOU'LL BE PAYING ALL YEAR!"