I used to hate the Christmas rush
With endless queues that flow out shop doors
Packed with people that push and shout
As they run around the crowded stores.
I used to hate the Christmas buzz
My money is gone before it’s earned
I’m really not keen on turkey
Especially when it’s bloody burned.
I used to hate the Christmas fuss
All I can hear is some festive tune
My house looks like the Vegas strip
So full of bright lights, they dim the moon.
But now I have kids, I try to
Make Christmas perfect in every way
Because their small, smiling faces
Makes my festive pain just melt away.
J.A McManus
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/christmas-rush/
