the shopping bags rustle.
the shoppers line up
looping around store corners,
stamping their feet against the cold.
presents for everyone - the rich and
the poor, family and friends. Good will
and profit margins and sales too good
and I, I just want to curl up, slip
away from this glittering world of
knick-nacks and gizmos, and things
that I never knew I needed (and things
I didn't need after all). Slip away from
the madness, the Black Fridays and the
Boxing Days, the blowout sales, the buy
buy, buy, now, now now.
(Sorry about the disappearing act, all. It's been a very dry season for my writing. Even now, I'm very rusty )