Christmas shopping

Christmas shopping

By May Kwek

To be honest I don’t like shopping

But at Christmas it’s a need

It’s lucky it doesn’t stem from greed

Or I would have squashed it like a weed

At this time however reluctant

I venture into the malls

Staying away from the large stacks

Fearing they might fall

I then enter the shops

Taking nervous little stops

Looking at this and at that

 And wondering if anyone needs a hat

I wonder what each person would want

Then try to hunt it down

And if I am lucky

I’ll find something else as well

I squeeze through the crowds

Which often talk too loud

And avoid the sales ladies

Who have too much to tell

All in the quest

To find the perfect present

With “what would they like”

As the deciding question

Then after the long queues

And the agonising waits

I’ll usually have a few

Presents on my plate

And now I can find a seat

And admire the Christmas lights

Then in amazement

Find that it’s already night

And I’ll rush home quickly

To beginning with the wrapping

At the same time remembering

How I hate Christmas shopping

Copyright © 2011 by May Kwek