Festivities

A whiff of cedar, strong in the air Joyful cries as days grow near When single a day, makes men wonder days Moving about without delays With sales rising to fullest in spike As domestics cry out and plants alike Tunes cheery, food savoury and dance happily Yet man starts to act rather humbly But wait, there more to this sunny side More crimes arise near the glad tide When the struggle for cheer brings out horror Turns tidings of glee into something sour A thief to steal and a slayer to slay To each with intent of getting some pay A toy for John, a doll for Jane Tears left along, as they attain What a season of festive glory! Leaving someone out there, safe or sorry.