Was a month before Christmas and all through the mall,
Carols were blaring as tin speakers monotone did call,
The garlands and lights were on ever exposed surfaces,
Like the chocolates smeared on the children’s fat faces.
As Santa changed to dry pants, his third of the day,
The Happy Valley Quintet was starting to play.
The food court was busying serving the crowd,
The HVQ wasn’t very good but rather loud.
Center stage was an act by a hyperactive boy
Rolling and wailing over a $50 toy,
The little girl kept her skirt pulled over her head,
And both mother and father had faces that were red.
just a few verses I added to a poem elsewhere
feel free to add a few yourself,
think of it as therapy.