this is a poem inspired by my daily rambles around the streets, movement being the only thing that keeps my feet warm in this blasted cold weather (in conjunction with a few pairs of warm socks).
Receiving a gift is all about you
buying the gift makes you feel like poo
Charity and selfishness coexist now each year
Consumer and activist consumed by good cheer
Shoppers lunch in cafes burdened with loads
Filled up with trinkets of copper and gold
Rosy cheeked children rush hither and yon
while charity choirs attempt to part you from your hard earned and much needed cash by guilt tripping you while singing a lovely song.
I do like all the twinkly lights though. makes the dark evenings less depressing. roll on food-filled Christmas party season. shopping sucks.
peace out. D.
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