The Jingle Bells and Ho-ho-ho!s are here
again. Between the raindrops teeming down
we thronging shoppers rush to seek good cheer:
will this town be our happy hunting ground?

Just which bright gift will make Dad laugh again?
Best not buy port - remember last year's farce?
Would Maud, the letter writer like a pen,
or how about silk roses in a vase?

Fat robins perch serenely in their snow
strewn cards. Victorian children dance around
their tree. Outside each store gay santas show
collection tins and shout, "Please, just one pound!"

while up above, in concrete citadels
accountants smile to hear each jangling bell.

12/04/2011

Author's Note:
Written in response to a challenge in the Sonnet Circle

Posted on 12/04/2011
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