December 21

On the first hour of shopping
we decide whose nice or naughty
by the second hour of shopping
my fingers are frosting
the third hour I'm grabbin'
some must have sunglasses
the fourth hour my wrappin'
is less than fantastic
the fifth hour I panic
from twelve o'clock traffic
the sixth hour is frantic
buying card games like Magic
seventh hour I'm bidding
on a loosely fitting knitting
for the eigth person I'm listing
Jilly's text says she's babysitting
in the ninth hour my baggage
is slightly more than massive
dolls with heads like cabbage
and ten more packages
the eleventh hour I rush
to finish up
I'm feeling kinda flushed
from carrying twelve tons of junk