Little Shopper Girl (For Deborah's Contest)

Note: To the tune of "Little Drummer Boy" Come, they sold me, to Macy’s this year The perfect gifts await for holiday cheer I’ll push and shove my way through the crowd Cuss if I don’t succeed, for crying out loud Stomp on feet of shoppers with my heels Clear a path to line's front as everyone reels Bent o’er in pain they grouse, “Who is this cruel witch?” And I scream back to them in a very high pitch To reach fine gifts I create travesty Then single-handedly grab the last Nativity Baby Jesus is smiling at me What have I done to find Thee Done to find Thee Sadly, I glimpse back at those I’ve attacked And hand the manger scene to one farther back The truest gift we find is not on the shelves We’ll never find this gift within our lost selves If we forget to share the holiday joys With shopping schemes and ill-conceived ploys Make way for kinder shoppers courteously To find the greatest gift called humanity Just leave the shops behind and visit your church And bow before His grace from the pew as you perch Baby Jesus is smiling at me For now I’ve found Thee Now I’ve found Thee