Black Friday

The name so foreboding, the masses, the hordes Enticed into debt by toys they can't afford. Forced to wait hours for bright shiny trinkets; "A 4 AM sale?" Who even would think it? Drawn to the malls with the trappings and trimmings Like moths to a flame, a cliff for the lemmings. Surely this purchase will fill that great hole, The empty, the desperate, the lost, lonely souls. A purchase to relish, a bargain to savor, Knowing 'twas snatched from the hands of a neighbor! No, Black Friday highlights the depth of our greed; A fit start to Advent: the Savior we need.