'Twas the night after ChristmasI remember it well,Presents all over,My house looked like Hell!The stockings once hung by the chimney with care,Were now all emptyAnd thrown here and there!The children were wrestledAnd tucked in their beds,Each one high on sugar,Too much candy! I said.And Mama in her nighttimeAnd I in my shorts,Collapsed on our bedThinking of all the things we had bought!Our credit cards were all maxedTo the highest they would go,And our Savings and Checking accountsWere now mighty low!When all of a sudden,Finally asleep at last,I heard a very loud noiseThat woke me up fast!I heard the front door bell ding donging,And at 3 A.M.It's quite alarming!Still half asleepI pushed at my wife,Very gently, you know,'Cause she's the love of my life!But all I got was a deep, angry groan,As she turned the light back offWith a terrible moan!I dragged myself downstairs;Climbing over Barbie dolls, trucks and bears,Tripping over more toys, slippers and clutter,And uttering words NO ONE should ever utterI flipped on the front porch lightTook a quick look or two,Pushed the hair from eyesAnd put on my shoes!With a smile that glimmered ever so brightAn Angel appeared on my doorstep that night!And out of her sweet mouthThese words she did utter!Now Bill, or is it Dan or ThomasYou're called?I heard you overspent WAY too much at the mall!These holidays are greatAnd oh so much fun,But after it's over,You see the damage it's done!That Santa is a pal,And quite a guy!But he'll empty your pocketsLeaving you with bills piled high!With a wink of her eyeHer wings did enfold,Over the top of my headDown to my toes!As I bent down to pick up some feathers she'd dropped,Still breathless at what had just taken place,A strong gust of wind blew a lucky lottery ticket up in my face!I knew right awayI had nothing to fearAnd that all of my billsWould soon disappear!She spoke not a wordAs her wings started to flutter,Then rose up to the sky,Without even an mutter!I knew in a minuteAs I shut off the porch light,Everything would work out,EVERYTHING would be MORE than alright!
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