The After Christmas Blues

On Christmas morning I looked out the front window
And then checked the garage
Looking for a sporty little blue roadster
With a big red ribbon tied around it
A Corvette would be nice
Even a Porshe or Z-3 would be so sweet
But the only thing blue on Christmas morning
Was me
Stuck
With the after Christmas bills
Once again forgotten by Santa
Yet still believing that maybe next year
If I'm less naughty
And a little nicer
That a different kind of blue
Will find me after Christmas