Little girl Christmas shopping with parents for last-minute purchases. Learns more than they bargained for.
Poem by Linda M. Smith.
T’was the week before Christmas and all through the mall,
The last-minute rush was becoming a brawl.
The stockings were torn from their shelves without care,
In hopes that their Visas had credit to spare.
The presents were nestled all snug in their carts,
While visions of bankruptcy clutched at their hearts.
And mom in her blue jeans and dad in his cap
Were arguing hotly who would pay for this crap.
Right there in the aisle they made such a clatter,
That security came to settle the matter.
So away to the toy aisle I flew like a flash,
Went through all my pockets and counted my cash.
The fluorescent lighting showed the shelves were a mess,
And made shopping so baffling, I was having to guess.
When all of a sudden, in a gleaming bright glow,
Was the jewel of the season; the Heartbreaker Bow.
With cute little darts so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment – I couldn’t wait for St. Nick.
But just as I reached for it, some other girls came,
And we wrestled and shouted and they called me a name.
Now, darn it! Now, drat it! Now, Trisha and Abby,
Go on with you now, you’re making me crabby.
This is the top of my list I’ve got tacked to my wall.
Now, beat it. Now, beat it. Now scram away all.
But we tugged and we hollered, like adult shoppers do,
And though I still held my place, I was missing a shoe.
And as I covered my head and was turning around,
Down the aisle all the parents came with a bound.
Their feathers were all ruffled from their head to their feet,
And their eyes were all tarnished with looks that weren’t sweet.
They had bundles of stuff all flung in their carts,
But the spirit of Christmas was far from their hearts.
They were madder than heck, but I hadn’t yet spoken,
For one thing my bow was shattered and broken.
They shouted “Grow up! Quit making a scene!
You’re all grounded for Christmas!” That made me turn green.
But nobody mentioned the stores full of strife,
By greedy adults – (I’d be grounded for life).
But I snuck past store cameras, as we went out the door,
Hoping Santa was blind and would then give me more.
But I asked Mom and Dad, was not something amiss?
I thought that Christmas should mean more than this.
But they didn’t hear, as we drove past the scenes,
So, Merry Christmas to all. Whatever that means.