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Retail Christmas 3

It's mid November and in every store there are Santas and Reindeer and coloured lights galore. The sales clerks are stressing this time of the year as all the cranky customers are drawing near. They want this, they want that. God forbid we run out. They'll string us up alive, of this we've no doubt. It's Christmas in retail and we watch tempers flare while listening to carols as they fill the air. Not even December and we're already tired but we smile and fake it so we won't get fired. We once hoped for peace and a little joy. Instead we hear toddlers screaming for a toy. This can't possibly be what this holiday is for. It should be about family, not what's in the store. But like every year we'll just muddle through it because its all about the gifts and we all knew it. 18/11/2018

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Date: 2/8/2019 4:58:00 PM
Francine! That is the best Christmas poem that I have ever read! I kid you not! Cheers!
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