'tis the Season
It's the special season of giving and joy
not felt in months of warmth and heat;
TV programs with beaming faces
tell us we are happy;
hassled clerks and confused shoppers
all swept up by the seasonal depression,
what is enough and when do you stop
handing over the plastic?
The season seems to be measured by
materialism and its pseudo happiness;
but it comes to an end when it's
back to work with budget and taxes
during the in-between months of everyday living.
Copyright © Charlotte Zuzak | Year Posted 2007
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