“Thoughts are mentally implanted in our subconscious mind
Though we rarely ever notice them, they are easy to find”
The drone of a television set setting off the sales in my
Mind, as if I’m dying to meet those leatherette new boots?
His “Excuse Me Mam” with a shined smile, if looks could sell?
“May I show? How radiant the skin? No thank you, go to hell!
“Free” says the neon sign lighting up the Decorated Front Door
And then in small print it says you must purchase $50 or more
Cheaper buy a Dozen who the dickens needs new underwear
New toys for Jeffry, he’d rather hang on to his old teddy bear
StarBinge Café common on in, for a latte and a red velvet cake
Outrageous prices I say how about A Senior day for goodness sake
Bling bling goes a diamond bracelet in a SILK BLACK snappy box
I have my mom’s old emerald shine, oh yes, I am a sly old fox
“What is this? A bell I hear?" yes the church is winter humming
As I feel the tension leaving on each Merry Christmas strumming
No you cannot sell the thing, but I sure can use a cup of peace
Love thy neighbor, be a friend, here is something u can’t fleece
My heart, Merry Christmas To All…. Especially to my darling Dan…