‘Twas
the night before Christmas when all through the stores
They
were crowding and pushing in thousands, not scores,
In
their last mighty effort some trinket to buy,
With
their bunions well trodden, their clothing awry.
Their
skirts were bedraggled, thin hats out of place,
Despair
and displeasure on every face,
When
if they’d gone shopping a week in advance
Each
Santa belated would have had a good chance.
Dec.
8, ‘05
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