It's jes' a shock to go out on the days after Christmas to see that the mailman cometh. Life moves right on out to the malls an' the dry cleaners an' the grocery store.
"Howdy. Miz Belle. Ya'll have a fine Christmas?" the postman ast me.
" Yessir, we had a glorious time! Still havin' it, in fact."
"Yeah, I seen that, but...Look up yonder way, Belle, yore neighbors done put they tree on the curb fer the trash men. Christmas is over an' life's gone back to normal. You folks is laggin', seein' ya still ain't taken down that nativity scene up thar' on yore lawn."
"Marvin, we ain't laggers, but the rest of ya'll is afflicted wif' premature ejection.
"I say, ya'll is jumpin' the gun. Premature ejection of Christmas. It's only Three French Hens today. Doan be takin' down Christmas afore the Twelve Days of Christmas is over. What? Ya think cause the stores have Valentine's stuff up now that Christmas is over? It ain't over. We leave the nativity up till the Epiphany--on the twelfth day."
Marvin, shoved some more catalogs in the mail box an' snickered like ya' does wif' a dimwitted chile.
"Aw, now, Miz Belle, them twelve days is afore Christmas, it means the twelve days left before ya git that shoppin' all wrapped up. "
"Sir To. Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?"
Marvin cocked his haid. "Huh?"
I smiled back at him wif' that gotch'a grin, "The Twelfth Night. Act II, Scene III"
He looked down as the floor of his postman buggy. " Well, I'll be seein' ya Mizzus."
Ya'll reckon it's exchanges like this that start rumors about batty ole ladies?