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.
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