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.