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The Thronging Horde

Its that time of year we'll try to be of good cheer as the store opens at dawn and we rush in with a yawn to elbow through the discord a part of the thronging horde anxious to spend, hoping that in the end we'll have bargains at last for another consumer Christmas.

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John Freeman

Date: 12/8/2009 8:35:00 AM

Your write sounds like the way it all comes down, Sue. Smile. Have a merry christmas, Thanks for comment. Sincerely, Love, Moses

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 12/1/2009 5:37:00 PM

I am LAUGHING so hard, Sue. I see you placed this poem in the "natural disasters" category and you surely got it right. A time of peace turns upside down when the store doors open. Christmas is too commercialized and, with a lot of levity, you bring this message to the forefront. Excellent work. I'd like to share it with a friend who hates to shop (as I do). Much love, Carolyn

Date: 12/1/2009 4:09:00 PM

Your fifth line is why I avoid Black Friday. Good use of rhyme. You captured the essence of the madness of the rush quite well in this one. Keep on writing! Karen

P Sheart

Date: 12/1/2009 1:34:00 PM

Enjoyed the honesty in this Sue. One of the things that bothers me about the Christmas Season is the materialism. I don't buy into myself but a lot do. Love Light Patty