T’was the Month After Christmas

Bad Santa
T’waz the month after Christmas
 T'waz the month after Christmas, and all through the house,
Every creature was hurting, even the mouse;
The toys were all broken, their batteries dead,
And Mom was passed out with some ice on her head;
Wrapping and ribbons were long from the floor,
While upstairs the rest of the family continued to snore.
Then Dad in his T-shirt, new Reeboks and jeans,
Went into the kitchen and started to clean;
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
He sprang from the sink to see what was the matter;
Away to the window he flew in a flash,
Tore open the curtain, threw up the sash;
When what to his wondering eyes did appear,
But a little white truck decked out in-red and blue gear;
The driver was smiling, so lively and grand,
The patch on his jacket said "CANADA POST man";
With a handful of bills, he grinned like a fox;
Then quickly he stuffed them into the mailbox;
Bill after bill, after bill they still came,
Whistling and shouting, he called them by name:
"Now Winners, now Wal-Mart, Old Navy and Sears;
Here's VISA and MASTERCARD, Home Sense and Pier's",
To the top of your limit, every store, every mall,
Now charge away, charge away, charge away all;
He whooped and he whistled as he finished his work,
He filled up the box, his face held a smirk,
He sprang to his truck and he drove down the road,
Driving much faster now with just half of a load;
Then all heard him exclaim, with great holiday cheer;
"Enjoy what you got… you'll be paying all year"
The moral is really quite plain to see;
You need a debt consolidation mortgage, so come and see me.

Steven Porter, Mortgage Agent/Planner
Mortgage Architects

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