Christmas in July

Twas 5 months before Christmas, when all through Salvage Chic
Not a Sale was stirring, not many all week;
The Pyrex was stacked in the Fridge Display with care,
In hopes that some Kitchen Junkies soon would be there;
The Raggedy dolls were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of ringing cash registers danced in their heads;
And Salvage Chick without AC, disgustlingly broke,
Had just settled down for a cold Diet Coke,
When out in the parking lot there arose such a clatter,
she sprang from her desk to see what was the matter.
Away to the window she flew like a flash,
was someone coming in to spend some Cold Cash?
When, what to her wondering eyes should appear,
But a big blue sleigh, minus the reindeer,
With a friendly old driver, his clothes slightly muddy,
she knew in a moment it was Yard Sale Buddy.
More rapid than eagles his presents they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Barbie! now, Skipper! now, Midge and now Ken! On, Snoopy! on, Woodstock! and all your Brethren!
To Salvage Chick's Shop! to her eBay Store!
Now, sell away! sell away! and then sell for Some More!"
And she heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight,
"Now where is my #!@*%! Coffee?" (Did she hear that right?)



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