(a toast)... To Holiday Cheer...

The holiday season is now in full swing.
Gotta buy crap on a budget shoestring.
Carts filled sky high with meaningless toys
for all the wee spoiled ones - the girls and the boys.
 
               (those self-centered, self-indulgent, entitled,  
                narcissistic, uncontrollable, unbearable, whining
                whimpering, crying, badgering little F***ers)
 
 
 
(sorry, where was I?)
 
 
 
The junk that dads want all make noise, blink, and whir
while the moms want a gift that will make themselves purr.
 
Credit is waxed.
Tempers are maxed.
 
pushing
pulling
hitting
yelling the retailers' battle cry;  
the 'You Can't Live Without It!' lullaby.
 
So we keep up the spending,
like the world must be ending.
Go on swiping that card
'til it turns into a shard.
 
And if you don't buy... to them...
you might as well die.
 
 
Merry... e(l)fin'... Christmas!
 
 
(so bury me, already!!!)