Yearly, I must snatch a toy. Only to be torn up by my boy. I need that doll with the curl. For my crying cute little girl. I will drive many miles very far. Often times sleeping in my car. Nevermind that I have to fight. Flinging elbows, because it's tight. Running frantically down the isle. My face will not have a smile. I have to run like Joe Montana. In every state like Louisiana. I run fast plays like Jerry Rice. Regardless of the high price. I do this from year to year. Cause my kid has my ear. People say I am very crazy. I say, "you are too lazy." I care nothing about duress. Just about buying and fastness. We think our kids need magic. Making us silly and eccentric. Often they will ask, 'Good Old Dad.' If not, they will frown and look sad. Kids want something that is expensive. Causing us to be mean and aggressive. We will kick, snatch, and shove. Thinking it is for their undying love. Grabbing another customer's steel buggy. Just for a doll that is very ugly and huggy. Our boys want something to shoot. Nothing musical going toot toot. Next Christmas, we will do the same. Putting each other to pain and shame. Copyright (C) 1996 Marva L. Dowdin
Reason for writing:
Parents will do this craziness every Christmas. What has society
come to? Just to have the toy or doll torn up the following week. I
am hoping that we can return to some sanity. By helping those
less fortunate. "Happy Holidays!" Marva L. Dowdin
Birth sign: Not entered
You need to log in to edit this poem if it is yours.
View more poems by Michael Dowdin.