It's three days after Christmas and all through the house, the parents are nervous about their checking accounts.
They sit and they tally the figures with care, and discover what they used to have is no longer there.
The lights that were hanging shot the bills through the sky, and the bill collectors, smilingly, are standing by.
The fifty dollar doll you thought was brand new, has an arm and leg missing, and the head broke off, too.
With tears of depression, you say "what a sight." When you leave Christ out of Christmas It never turns out right...
