Black Friday, The Shopping Poem
The people crowd the entrances
at Malls all over town.
To seize the choicest bargain deals,
They’d gladly knock you down.
The retailers all hold their breath
as shopping gets in gear.
Will Santa fill his sleigh as hoped?
-or lay off more Reindeer?
There are plastic toys from China
colored with suspicious paint.
Whip out your last credit card
(-when you see the bills, you’ll faint.)
“The children must have Christmas! “
No request will be denied.
Never mind your youngest child
has just turned thirty five.
Don’t forget a gift for you
Don’t you deserve the best?
Shopping is such good therapy
for the financially depressed
-John McCullagh
So, as we kick off the official Christmas season it is my duty to inform you that there are still 27 days left of Autumn. My brother-in-law is really into the Santa Claus parade in downtown Ashland (apparently he has fond memories of a drunken Santa and hopes for a repeat performance) so I agreed to go along, mainly because I wanted to photograph the lights. We never made it to the Plaza because the parade was a little long this year and grandma and nephew were waiting at home for supper and sister was not really that happy about walking another three blocks on top of the 5 or so we had to go from where the car was parked and then the eight back… so, now we have a date to do it again next year and not to miss the illumination. As for the poem, I really didn’t expect to find anything when I searched for poems about Black Friday so when I did I just had to share it.