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Pass The SPF-30, Santa.(Based on a true story)"Twas a weekend in August, and all through the mall Was a business–as–usual day there for all. The shoppers meandered through retail–store chains While "Back–to–School" sale prices danced in their brains. My wife and I strode through the climatized air In hopes of some bargains that we might find there. Then I heard something strange amid Muzak and chatter And turned to find out just what was the matter. The song was familiar, but imagine my shock When I realized the tune, it was "Jingle Bell Rock. " Then what to my wandering eyes should appear In the card store -- A sleigh! And eight tiny reindeer! Ornamentals and trinkets for this year's Christmas season Were for sale in the summer without rhyme or reason. First Hallmark! Then Shoebox! American Greetings! All wanting to sell me their holiday treatings. "It's absurd," I exclaimed, "Under what strange delusion Would I buy Christmas stuff Before summer's conclusion? Who wants to buy stockings and new Christmas trees When out in the sunshine, it's 90 degrees?" The clerk looked at me with an unblinking stare Indicating to me that she just didn't care. "It's just what they do," she said with a sneer, "Christmas season starts sooner with each passing year." I turned to my wife, "Don't you think it's obscene To start Christmas shopping before Halloween? If this trend doesn't stop, we'll end up someday With the Easter Bunny driving his very own sleigh." And so, with a sigh, annoyed and dismayed, We walked to the exit, past the items displayed. Past the cards and the tinsel and green mistletoe (Though we did buy a bottle of eggnog to go.) And the words that we spoke as we left, I remember, "We're off to the beach, we'll come back in December."
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