Twas the night after Christmas
And all through the house
Not a creature was stirring
Not even a mouse.
The stockings lay on a heap on the floor
In realization that St Nickolas had already been there.
Mama in her kerchief and I in my cap
Had settled in for a long winters nap.
When out on the lawn there rose such a clatter
That I rose from my bed to see what’s the matter.
I ran to the window and threw up the sash
And saw the solid waste truck hauling off the trash.
In a sleigh with eight tiny reindeer.
Now Donner, now Blitzen,
To the top of the pile of the waste and recycle, they came,
Now dash away, dash away, dash away all.
Up to the rooftop the wild coursers flew,
With a sleigh full of old toys and the junk man too.
As I drew in my head and was turning around,
Down the chimney the junk man came with a bound.
He was all tarnished with ashes and soot and more than a little smelly,
He had a stogie in his mouth, and a round little belly.
But he spoke not a word but went straight to his work,
Recycling the wrapping paper and bows, and packages and packaging and boxes and bags and cards and envelopes and food refuse and plastic and styrofoam and more packaging from China, and toys easily broken and clothing that was too small, and paper cups and paper plates, and all the receipts and anything else left over.
And then laying a finger aside his nose,
Up the chimney he rose.
But I heard him exclaim as he drove out of site,
Merry Christmas to all and recycle tonight!
– Small town boy