In quieter moments, calm descends and peace prevails.
Time slows down, actions terminate and silence hails.
A blessing on an eve of pleasant pastimes,
Moments stretch and fill, a sweeter lifeline
To all the busy days that lie ahead,
Reposed, reclining now upon my bed.
December’s come and Christmas days are looming,
Excitement builds in kids, their faces blooming.
Activity so manic, all things pending,
Trees and decorations, all that spending
Time in frantic towns, in busy stores.
I’m really not excited yet. It bores.
To think of shopping really is no pleasure,
I’m gonna cheat and really will endeavour
To buy the pressies all upon the ‘net.
I hope I can achieve my aim. And yet,
There is a little frisson of a thrill
To join the hub. I maybe will.
But only for a day or two near Christmas.
Until then I’ll shop online and bypass
All the feet and sweating bods and trains.
I’m good at panic shopping! That’s my aim.
Achieve so many stockings full of wonder
But do it from my bed, no fear of blunder.
It’s not Bah! Humbug! to avoid
All the bizz and too much hectic noise.
I just prefer a calmer sort of retail
Where I can browse online and never fail
To buy the stuff. I have to make a list.
I’ll even check it twice in case Santa’s missed
Any sort of person that needs giving.
With kids, so many friends all need serving.
A token for the neighbours, this as well.
I’d really better start. Oh, bloody hell!
I do this every year. It’s how I am.
I wait and then I rush and try to jam
A month of work into a couple of days.
You’d think by now I’d learn that planning pays.
But no, it’s true, I never can be arsed
To start Christmas any earlier. What a farce
I feel it is to bring it so far forward.
I’ll get there just the same. You mark my words.
Video reading Santa’s Little Shopper
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