Catalogs

As the holidays draw near, Anxiety starts growing; I empty out my mailbox, Which is close to overflowing. It isn’t bills or greeting cards That’s taking all the room; It’s catalogs, so fat and full Of items to consume. Every store and company Appears to be contriving To ram their products down our throats, And more keep on arriving! Their shiny pages catch our eye And, like a siren’s song, They lure us to the land of debt, Where we do not belong. For though we flip the pages With desire and with greed, We realize there’s a lot to want But nothing that we need. Even gifts don’t have to be Extravagant and shipped; I know that I would much prefer If presents could be skipped. So let’s take all the catalogs And chuck them with the trash. Perhaps our friends and relatives Will settle for some cash!