'Twas the day after Christmas, when all through the discount store/few creatures were stirring, just clerks and a manager.
It's 3am, can I go home yet?
No.
The stockings, which had been hung by yours truly on the peg hooks with the utmost care/were scattered with the tree skirts, ornaments, and pretty much everywhere.
@$%^%^$%*!!
The customers were being held back by some bouncers named Jed/while I wondered if I could escape without banging my head.
