In our house we welcome the winter solstice with a celebratory supper and lots of flowers but we don't "do" Christmas. Much as I try to avoid it, sometimes a trip to the shops is necessary at this time of year and one such trip prompted the following which I thought I'd share:
THAT LIGHT BULB MOMENT
The trains are crowded, the buses are slow
Full of bad tempered people with somewhere to go.
No room in the car park; there's never enough
Space when you need it. God, but shopping is tough!
She shoves down the pavement and into the mall
Buying slippers for Grandad and watching snow fall.
She's been to John Lewis, now M&S beckons
Then Waitrose for turkey and she's all done, she reckons.
The tinsel looks tacky and the carols sound hollow.
Are they enough sprouts? There'll be pudding to follow
So just add a few more then queue up to pay,
Flashing the plastic. What's that? Rejected, you say?
Enough of this nonsense, this retail excess
Spending money like water, feeling under duress.
The people behind are tutting and pushing,
But she's had too much; the pressure is crushing.
She hates bliddy Christmas and what's it all for?
Leaving the shopping, she walks out of the store
No turkey, no Santa, no need to feel blue -
Why should she feel guilty? After all, she's Hindu.
©HCFC
because I just do not recognise the scenario. Although the twist at the end is very clever.Parents-in-Law. What do/did you call them?
Gary Glitter programme Tuesday
