A December Wintry Mix

I can't sleep, my body gives me its usual wake-up call; it's certainly the burden of the Christmas' season, stretching my resources to implement its reason; and this budget crisis won't keep me from spending it all... some folks disagree and constantly shake their heads, and should I pay attention to those annoying glances? I can't be a scrooge, not buying that expensive item, trying to save a dollar and feel awkward inside: sometimes even generosity can wipe out greed by making a little sacrifice; and despite a December wintry mix, with freezing rain and wet snow, I venture outside bundled-up in a warm parka and wool gloves... to renew the season's spirit with something as exciting as love! I'm entering into Macy's, my favorite store, and what I find in there, can't be described: there are no affordable sales with incredible values; I pull out my credit card and give it to the jovial cashier, but her cheer turns sour when the transaction is declined! Oh, foolish me, why did I go over the credit limit; don't I ever learn to use cash and get rid if the damn plastic... is this a time to be so distraught and envy the elite? Perhaps I could use a magic wand, not asking Santa' help with childish eyes, and grab everything that catches my eye for the needy ones, but these are different times: if you don't have the green and the luck of a Trump who can squander his money, you can't afford anything! And what if I hit the Lotto or Mega Millions, wouldn't it change everything? My list would be endlessly long: everyone would hilariously jump and shout! Before I choose those names that are entitled to a present, I weight out the cost and some nice gifts might surprise them; and if they think I am the impersonation of Santa who jingles his bell while riding the snowy sky of Christmas to perform many miracles at will: they must know I make a decent living and save every dime in a piggy-jar just in case I run low on cash to avoid another stride! Luck, come today to solve my financial problems in the mist of a December wintry mix; and Santa, don't be be too jealous and hold this against me...I'm still your loyal friend! copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci