Earlier
I haven’t heard the songs yet
But the trees are out for sale.
The autumn goods are off the shelves
And winter scenes prevail.
The stores are filled with ornaments
And ads are pushing toys.
Salvation Army bells will soon
Compete with city noise.
It seems that every year
The Christmas season gets here earlier,
Resulting in a population
Grouchier and surlier.
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