Twas two weeks before Christmas
And all through the house
Not a creature was stirring
Not even a mouse.
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They all had gone shopping
From largest to small
In a dangerous land called
The Shopping Mall.
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Parking was frenzied
No one was giving.
When we got to the stores
We felt blessed to be living.
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The shoppers looked vicious
As they carried their sacks
From one store to another
On sore, thrown-out backs.
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Three people passed out
From odorous fumes
As they stood by the counters
In aisles of perfumes.
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A brawl broke out
In a scurry for toys
“Your dad’s in jail”
Ho, ho, ho girls and boys!
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One week before Christmas
And everyone is home
Placing their orders
Online and on phones.
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As for me, you’ll get gift cards
Or nothing at all,
Cause at Christmas I’ll be
Far away from that mall.
©2009
Essence 