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
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2008
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