Future of Christmas
santa is mad and no wonder why
can’t even wave as he dashes by
first hurry to Walmart
then on to Cuisinart
getting gifts on the shelf, by July
sooner and sooner display the ware
to heck with the reason to be there
just help me fill my stein
fatten my bottom line
ease my pain, raise my gain is my fare
pretty soon we will be years ahead
we’ll get gifts back after we are dead
with no way to exchange
we’ll have to pre arrange
for Santa to return them instead
Limerick
© 18 Nov 2010 Charles Henderson placed 3 rd
Carolyn's commercialized Holiday contest
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