Christmas is upon our hide.
Time for us to hitch a ride
To reside by Salesman's side,
Until each check book has died.
Tis the time to buy fake trees,
And bake some store bought cookies.
Purchase what your child decrees
Are the "must have" things he sees.
Make sure to pay attention
To the latest infection
Of new toyhood perfection:
A poverty extension.
Whatever the price, you'll see
You can't keep loved ones happy.
Most oft heard this year will be
"He got more presents than me!"
Goodbye to family ties
If below the fake tree lies
Homemade crafts and homemade pies.
"These aren't the highest paid buys!"
To show the amount you care
Is to spend all you can spare.
Shame on those of us who dare
To make every gift we share.