Shop Until You Drop
I have had enough
Of traipsing around the shops
Looking at all the stuff
Stuff is what I call it
I don't know how else
That describes the tacky rubbish
That adorns every shelf
Where is the Christmas spirit
And the festive cheer
All I heard were moans and groans
Everything so dear
People look worried
Many looked concerned
Trying to make both ends meet
On money that they've earned
Perhaps it was the weather
The temp was 42
Shopping in the air-conned stores
Seemed the sensible thing to do
I could not blame the weather
That would be unfair
I suppose it didn't help
To stop the anxiousness out there
Young and old were sitting down
Resting and mopping their brow
Rubbing swollen ankles
Trying to get as much relief
As the heat would allow
I came back exhausted
Feeling hot and sad
Thoughts of Christmas of years gone by
And the joyous time we had
Everything was simple
Done with loving care
Most people were working class
Always ready to care
And share
With others who had even less
A spiritual feeling of kindness
And goodwill
Is it only me that feels this loss of divinity
Too much materialism
Too little Holy trinity
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