Poetry

Dashing to the shower
Dashing to get dressed
Dashing to the car to get to town before the rest

Queuing for a parking space
Queuing for the shops
Queuing for the tills, the waiting never stops

Pushing to the counter
Pushing through the mob
Pushing passed with bulging bags, such a tiring job

Folding paper round the gifts
Folding cards all day
Folding licked envelopes that taste in a foul way

Laughing with your family
Laughing with pure love
Laughing in joy at Christmas, it’s worth all of the above