Christmas Sells Poem by Tom Courtney
Christmas Sells
Dashing through the mall
the last day’s sale parade
Through the stores we charge
spending all the way
Bells on counters ring
credit cards a’flight
Oh what fun to laugh and spend
we’ll shop into the night
Jingle bells Christmas sells
tingle all the way
Oh what fun it is to hide
the cost on lay-away
Christmas sells nothing quells
For opulence we’ll pay
Oh what fun to slide into
financial disarray
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