Recently I had occasion to be in a shopping mall
you could not see the merchandise for all the decorations
enough twinkle lights to blind the unwary
wreaths the size of small barns
it all put me to flight
on Saturday I had to do some shopping at a supermarket
and was overwhelmed by columns of bears
almost twice my height
like rows and rows of soldiers bearing down on me . . .
needless to say, I fled in disorder
the spirit of Christmas was buried under
mountains of commercialism.
Whatever happened to Christmas with home made
personalised presents and a few chocolate sweets for the children?