All I Want For Christmas

Holidays used to be filled with joys
family, laughing, bear hugs and toys
now it’s the dreaded expense of the year
haunted by debts of frustration and fear

When it’s your time to become St. Nick
except you don’t have any magical tricks
just five little faces asking what about me
hoping theirs is the biggest box under the tree

You must get creative and stretch every cent
without taking the chance of the wrong message sent
Each gift special in its own little way
hoping no tears come to ruin the day 

As the years go by they get harder to please
stripping the joy out of Christmas with ease
They used to want bicycles, LEGO’s and dolls
now they want cell phones and tv’s for walls

The Christmas of kids toys and ham glazed with honey
has turned into “show me you love me with money”
Holidays used to be filled with joys
now I don’t know who’s worse, the girls or the boys

-Just a little Christmas humor, don’t get excited
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Lindley Avatar
December 20, 2021 at 6:52 PM
Enjoyed you fine new creation.. Well my friend, this modern world comes to our kids many hundreds of ways that did not even exist when we were kids. Kids see so much and think I want that! Not thinking what it costs. My wife and I have one child-a son 14 years old, so we do not face buying many gifts. My other kids are all grown with their own families. God bless..
Leffanta Avatar
December 18, 2021 at 9:54 AM
Now children have accesss to the internet, they see and want things quite beyond our imagination - and pocketbook, so well said and done!
Cronin Avatar
December 18, 2021 at 11:51 AM
Thanks, Rico. I hope you have the best Christmas you can, all things considered. Funny how we spend so much of our lives trying to “get out of debt” only to use the “holiday spirit” like a shovel to dig a deeper hole. Guess it is what it is, right?
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