Red Christmas

Christmas Eve, it’s here already?

Below the tree, an empty space.

Last minute shoppers, town is a

chaotic, stampede of a race,

we are cramped, shoulder to shoulder,

items grabbed at a speedy pace,

pushing, shoving, falling over

only empty shelves used to brace.

Stress building, blood boiling; music,

grating every nerve in place

until it’s just too much to take.

Vision red, throwing Christmas lace

and wrapping paper in the air,

stampeding out, smashing a vase,

running from the security,

hanging my head in shame, disgraced.



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