Poem: "Twas the month after Christmas-When the bills piled in-My gosh, my golly-The debt I was in-I sat in my chair-wiped the sweat from my brow-And wondered what on earth-I would do now-I poured over the charges-one by one-And wondered how long-Before this debt would be done-Well, we must have bought presents-for one and for all-Because the charges represented-Every store in the mall-I drew in a deep breath-And took a long pause-My mood was not merry-Like old Mr. Clause-That's when I promised-I wouldn't do it anymore-Just like I had every year before-That thought overwhelmed me-and I began to tremble and shake-When hearty laughter overtook me-For goodness sake-You see I knew in that moment-that promise didn't mean a gosh darn thing-Because the joy of the season-was worth most anything...
