Nothing beats the thrill,
Of walking under the warm draft,
Entering a highstreet shop,
From the cold step.
Finding things for others,
Toys, food and drink,
Knowing they will get opened,
After Christmas eve.
Picking stocking fillers,
And kids new toys,
Stuff to play with,
For girls and boys.
But after the buying,
Comes the wrapping,
The next job needing done,
on the big Christmas list.
©The Pesky Poet
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