the commercial christmas trick

Just a little poem for xmas, considering it as after all tat time of year

i stand beaneath the christmas tree

my eyes lit up with glee

gently shaking, listning guessing at all that is there for me

i stroke the boxes, squeeze the soft

imagine toys and tricks

concealed by bright coloured paper

One minute left till i can tear

rip and shred apart

till all these little boxes are revealed to my heart

I watch the clock 

the way the hand seems endlessly to roll

each second ticking slower 

Anticipation brims in me

I titter on my toes

I shiver and then i scream as 00:00 rolls on

First for the little ones,

or big ones or square ones

or mabye the ones from distant relatives

Descions after descions

close my eyes and pick 

and then it begins the commercial christmas trick

Reviews

[JENY]

really beautiful

[Michael X]

wow, takes a real insight to invent this writing, i sincerely enjoyed the messege and the perspective that lends a sense and value of what Christmas really is about, imparting a messge of commercialism and its blend into society seems only natural now, sadly so, excellent piece in form and detail.

[Crazy Cat Man]

:D

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Yeah, I hate how commercial Christmas has become. Christmas should be about family...the family of mankind. Great piece.