Holiday Sale

The murmur of voices
And buzzing of lights,
People shoving their way
Through the store like packed mice.

Kids fight over toys
As we get run over by carts.
Bumped in the aisles
Eww... A horrible fart!

Like a madhouse at high time
Confusions amiss,
Contusions are probable
In a crowd much like this.

Someone yells sale
And we're flooded again
Trampled by people
The woes here don't end.

Safe with the groceries
As we head to the car
Something is wrong
We didn't park out this far.

Lost in the haze
And caught in the tide
Hoping to spot
What may be our ride.

There's one next lot over
Oh darn it's not ours
We don't own a plymouth
Where the heck is our car?

Over there in the middle
Surrounded by carts
Threatening to damage
What's left of our car.

Carefully we pack
The trunk till it's full
I sit in the driver's seat
Trying to cool.

We head into traffic
Oh gosh what a mess,
Rush hour's a picnic
Compared to this quest.

Safely at home now
We're mostly intact
Though somewhat we're shaken
Thank God we are back.

Fadedspirit 12/19/2008

((( Faded ))))

Big ol' honkin sigh of relief! - Carol Burnett as Eunice from Mama's family comes to mind("It's all this Christmas Hub-Bub!")

Ohhhhhhhhhhhh Gooooooooooooooddddddddd yes