Twas the day after Thanksgiving, hours before dawn
As millions of people bustled ‘cross the lawn
Many sacrificed needed hours of rest
For the open freeways and the shopping mall’s test
Each one had a purpose for why they were there
To save a few dollars on Christmas gift fare
The plan for their mission: high bargains galore
This wee Friday morning from store to store.
From candles to toys and wrenches to clothes
The registers lit up like ‘ol Rudolph’s nose
Using cash or credit, the money just flew
And, soon, the number of packages grew
Some went for one item and came home with four
Others dropped their load and headed back for more
The whole time devoted to shopping and fun
This day proved the holiday season had begun.
Across this great nation, come sun or come ice
Each Black Friday is a shopper’s paradise
From skateboards to iPods and cell phones to games
Shoppers gladly buy for their prized list of names
The names of the loved ones that each one holds dear
For the sake of spreading some holiday cheer
So, let’s celebrate ‘fore the day’s out of sight
Happy Shopping to all and to all a sane night.
© 2008 – Jill Eisnaugle’s Poetry Collection
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you well capture the madness of the day after Thanksgiving!
never stop writing!
m
Has shopping become the cult of our addictive, compulsive personalities?
Ron
the merchants think of it as Green Friday. -gene.
Love,Christine
Happy shopping, Jill!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Burleson, Karen Lynn. :D
Georg
I'll be stayin home, avoidin that mob, without a doubt!