'Twas the day after Christmas, and all through the mall
Not a creature was stirring: The lines were too long.
The shoppers all hung by the shoeracks with care,
In hopes that some salesperson soon would be there;
 
The children were crowded all snug on their beds,
While villains from Playstations danced in their heads;
And mom read the boxtop, while I spliced the wires,
As we struggled with presents—"Some assembly required."
 
Then up in the attic arose too much clatter,
I sprang from the floor feeling something the matter.
Away to the window I flew eyes agog,
Tore open the shutters and threw up eggnog.
…

Merry day-after-commerce-appropriated-winter-solstice-celebration to all!