Jingles from the Goodwill bell
People passing by...
The poor, the rich and the in-between
Wandering with the same blank stare
Every year the same old mess
Looking for that perfect gift
Is this what Christmas was to be?
Bodies droning as if animated
We chase the sales
Grab hold of that one illusive toy
Like hungry rats in a maze....
Is this what is meant by ol Christmas Joy?
What happened to Peace on Earth?
Goodwill to all?
Deceit, hate, bigotry and war........
Is it united we stand or united we fall?
Each year it's worse
Is this what we meant...
For Christmas to be?
No it's not, yet it seems to be...
This is not bliss....
It's a nightmare abound......
Joy to the traffic.....
Joy to the next sale to be found......
©angela gschwind