Holidays

driving to the store for the holdiays
like bumper cars on this given day
mentally checking off my list
making sure there's nothing I missed

the store is crazy on this day
last minute shoppers in a craze
buying gifts for those forgot
I'm still happy that they shop

heading home, I'm running late
dinner will have to be at eight
just remembered I forgot dessert
pudding pops will have to work

when at last we bow or heads
thanking God for daily bread
there's no place I'd rather be
than a holiday with family

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