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Christmas SpiritChristmas eve morning, I'm getting stressed out Still have no presents; I'm running around Looking for CDs and video games Last minute shopping, I'm going insane People are pushing and calling me names Where is the spirit; I think it's a shame Long lines and traffic I'm losing my cool Each year I do this; I must be a fool Bargains and specials are not what they seem I think it's outrageous; it's like a bad dream Santa's are ringing outside of the stores Asking for money to feed all the poor Children are sitting on old Saint Nick's lap Telling him wishes they hope he can grant I hate all this shopping; I feel like a stooge I think I'll buy nothing; and be like a Scrooge I get in my car and head for my home My wife won't be happy this I do know But I am not Santa or some stupid elf I hate all this madness to me it's just hell I tell my sweet lady things have now changed I don't have your present it's all just a waste So if you don't see me this coming year I'll be up north living with all the reindeer Copyright ©2008 Marvin H Lane Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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