’Twas the morning of Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that FedEx or UPS soon would be there.
The children were settled all ’round the tree,
With visions of Xboxes. Nintendos and PS3s;
And mamma in her kerchief, and I in my cap,
Looked at the sad faces as there was nothing to unwrap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my chair to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The sun on the lights which adorned all our plants,
Gave the luster of Christmas and was sure to enchant.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a U.S. Postal truck, and the postman, what a dear.
Thanks to the U.S. Post office for delivering Christmas presents to our home on Christmas morning. It’s nice to see the U.S. government has a bigger heart than UPS or FedEx.