Tidings of comfort and joy.
The Sally Army band play their Carols in the street,
Deftly being avoided by hurrying scurrying feet
Of those busy shoppers hoping they can still
Find more alleged bargains this season of good will.
She sees pinched strained faces of those passing by,
Notices how very few will look her in the eye;
And the Sally Army Captain has feelings of self doubt,
Collecting tins half empty with all these folks about?
She gets the impression that they are in the way;
Who the hell wants Carols on a Christmas shopping day?
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