God Help Ye Weary Gentleman, Let Nothing You Dismay

A Partridge perched upon a tree entices him to throw something! When songbirds sing and flap their wings two turtle doves, cause headache pain. Those mocking words, thread-worn with wear. remind him of the dollars spent. Defeat caves in, ... the thought of debt! He bends his head to shield his face, and steps upon the curb, to brace against the mob, against the throng, against long lines in shopping malls He watches herds with purses out, who attack the narrow aisles and park. Chagrins at purpose, poised, embarked They're mad! They charge like Joans of Arc! No one pays him time of day He feels the sting of frostbit cheer and leans beneath the canopy The sales are lit, with half-price tease and gaggled geese attack with glee! Pure instinct guides, their goal is keen Gifts supreme, they seek and find! He wonders, as they claim their prize, if what they buy, and dollars leaked will gratify their kin, divined? With weighty burdens in their hands and dollars spent from sun to sun, he waits until his wife is done. This madness took her far away within the glass enclosed array of Jingle Bells and money spilled, of trinkets, socks and Visa bills His feet are sore, a wrinkled coat, unruly hair,... it glistens now, With cheeks of red, he steels his breath. Forefathers did, before their death! Entrenched in snow beneath his feet, his stomach growls, he begs to quit He watches from the window glass. A check-out line!! She's close!!! ...... At last!! She's almost done, her purchase won!! She grins as if she's fetched the best! The smile she wears, he catches fast And makes it worth the weary quest!