I watched, gazed
and gawked
As people hassled
by in swift
Carrying goods of
small and enormous sizes
Unusual heavy
traffic congestion in freeways
What’s happening?
Are we fleeing or?
I asked with so
much amazing horror
“It’s
December-meaning Christmas”
One said without
any pause
Jingles, heavy shopping,
carols, ebullient rejoicing
Lots of delicious
tasty meals and much waste
New expensive
clothes, toys, shoes, hair
All of which were
bought or prepared
Carefully,
professionally on money so little
And the rest
falling as manners from borrowing
Occupying precious
family moments with
Frail
embellishment-little or no profit
The sunset of
December will be gone and forgotten
Ending the parties,
carols and buying
Followed by the
down of fresh January
Laden with huge
debts tears to pay
Hearts ached for
loving and giving not done
When the pay cheque
comes and collected
Spent swiftly on
unpaid buying
Leaving little or none
for family needs
January becomes as
long as river Nile
Some go through
the January sorrowful-pains
In short or mid
are struggling recovered
Some go through
the January sorrowful pains
In short or mid
are poverty enshrouded
Children cries,
marriage suffers, hopes crashed
If these are the
kit and caboodle of Christmas
Even Christ would
certainly not celebrate
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