Christmas shopping is no party

At least there doesn’t seem to be any dancing in these grim line-ups

Lots of chimes at the till

A festive ringing marking the triumph of crass

While worried hands search for emergency credit cards in cracked wallets

To add more debtload

More stuff we don’t really want to buy

But do, feeling obligated

Even though these gifts will be forgotten soon enough

It’s a wrap


David Trudel  ©  2012




Filed under Poetry

5 responses to “Chimes

  1. …and I read this seconds before going out to buy wrapping paper 😉

  2. I just got back from shopping…no credit cards here baby! I love beautiful things, but I always have this little conversation with myself when I get something new. Am I attached to this item? I like to believe there is nothing I could lose that would devastate me. Great writing David!

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