Another short commentary on the holiday that’s fast approaching.
In late November without fail,
A spell descends on every one.
The stores, they all throw up their doors,
And pronounce the holidays begun.
A mass psychosis or a trance,
To explain it can be hard.
How suddenly we feel possessed,
To purchase things we do not need.
Bright advertisements everywhere,
Try to convince us of a need,
Which causes us to flock outside,
And shop ‘til our funds run out.
The stores are filled with sweaty crowds,
Elbowing for the greatest deal.
It culminates on Christmas Day,
A deadline causing so much stress.
We’ve all forgot the reason why,
The holidays shine in our hearts.
It’s not the gifts that mean so much,
If we don’t like them, there are receipts.