Ah, the day after Christmas.
 
As for me, it was fun to watch my side of the family come together and share laughs
over board games. We're a pretty "plugged-in" family, so the non-electric games
were a special treat.

We're also part of the big northeast snowstorm, so it's been nice to stay inside and
enjoy family presence. For me, that's better than anything I could find under a tree.


The view outside my mom's garage tonight

But for Americans most of all, the poem below rings true.

I know a lot of families who dread opening their mailboxes in January
 because the reality of their credit card shopping for what they thought
 would be a great Christmas catches up to them.

My hope is that as you read this, it brings a smile,
because it's over-exaggerated, and not dread, because it is your situation.

May you continue to embrace the reason for the season--
Jesus, King of Kings and Lord of Lords!

Twas the day after Christmas, and all through the house,
Every 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
Here's Levitz's and Target's and Mervyn's--all here!!

To the tip or 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!"

Author Unknown
Found at this site