I saw surreal scenes at the mall:
unhinged shoppers in a hot brawl,
a tired Santa running
away--I'm not funning!--
pursued by kids starting to squall.
I finished my shopping and fled.
The visions that danced in my head
were sugarplums? No way!
So ended my rough day.
I rushed home and went right to bed.
November 30, 2018, entered in Carolyn Devonshire's Christmas
Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2018