A CRAFT MALL CHRISTMAS

I wrote this when I worked at a craft mall at Christmastime. The shop was swamped every day in the month of December and I needed something a little "lighthearted" to keep my mind off the stress!

I awoke one morn to such an awful clatter,
I sprang from my bed to check on the matter.

I ran to my window and threw open the shutter.
What had awakened me and made me mutter?

And what to my wondering eyes did appear?
The completion of the craft mall was finally near!

The workers hammered, their faces were red,
While visions of trinkets danced in my head.

I remember the day they opened the doors,
Thousands of people crowded the floors!

The manager reminded me of old Santa Claus,
He assisted customers without any pause.

"Oh, look at this and look at that!
How do I look in this pretty hat?"

"What a cute bear, an adorable doll,
I do believe I've made a haul!"

Now it's time to pay for our treasures.
This trip has been such a pleasure.

On Mastercard! On Visa! On American Express!
"Can you add me to your mailing list?"

The tired manager waved as we drove out of sight,
"A Craftin' Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"

 

Author's Note

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