Benediction To My Deux Daughters Verse Number One

(Thy lovely lasses unwittingly unstintingly unexpectedly taught me selflessness) Every Holiday time each year, a rocketing increase asper doling out Uriah Heap ping largesse imposed upon each citizen banker (coerced, forced, induced to buy baubles, bibelot, curios, et cetera striving to outspend a competing shopper, which faux grand handedness, and crass exhibition generating mega sales (as Tale of Two Cities, or more) earns management stripes viz embracing the Christmas spirit (via blithely deftly, frenziedly, et cetera) per avidly boasting, coarsely displaying, eagerly flaunting, et cetera prices paid for the latest curiosity, doodad, gewgaws (whereby un avoidable advertisements), flood mass communication airways, causeways, driveways, et cetera to plug reduced priceline sans gaud dee, knickknacks, gimcracks, encompass companies blitzkrieg for those, who disparage being labeled Scrooge plunk down every red cent, and empty their pockets, purses, wallets to snag the title of topnotch spender no matter no need exists to snatch every last kickshaw, novelty ornamental tchotchkes, (which modus operandi, (visited upon the populace, a tidal wave vis a vis figurative manifestation, laceration, inundation, whereby tenet, maxim, credo, et cetera broadcast to general public amply expending fistfuls of dollars fulfilling Great Expectations (for family, friends, relatives) buy giving liberally,