The Gift of Giving…Not!

The blinking lights hypnotize me into submission.

The jingling monotone of the carols hurry me

into hasty decisions,

anything to make this stop.

Freezing fingers and misty breath do nothing to help.

Crowds push against me. Choking.

Bulky bags; everyone here is as much the victim.

My weightless load gets lighter,

as I pull out my wallet

and buy yet another gift.


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