T'was the morning after Christmas

Twas the morning after Christmas

And all through the store,

Some employees barely awake,

We were here at four

The people who don't work retail

Were all snug in their beds

With visions of turkeys, puddings and presents

Going round in their heads.

Admin are here and the prices have gone down,

Some think “thank god” and rush into town,

The store's so quiet with hardly anyone in it,

Do you think Justin would notice if we were to just bin it.

Christmas comes down to get ready for Easter,
It makes New Year sales that little bit sweeter,

The bakers are here putting their buns in the oven,

Before the mad rush happens all of a sudden.

We were closed for one day but people still panic,

They come in for fruit and veg hoping it's still organic

The checkout cashiers have all manned their battle stations,

Coffee's your friend when you're in it for the duration.

The day started slowly for those who were awake,

Our sanity was missing and we started to ache,

And then as one they started to awaken,

Seduced by cheap bargains and a craving for bacon,

They reached in their pocket for a wallet or a purse,

And raced back to seasonal all trying to be first.

Half price decorations, gifts and wrap,
 All we would like is one little nap,
It's been a busy time for those in retail,
As soon as it's finish we'll all hit the ale,

Our journey is over it's time for goodbye,

Working in retail doesn't time fly?