poetry, writing

Holiday Hunt

The shelves and racks overflow with gifts galore,

but the search for that one special toy alludes.

Clothes and shoes, and even more abound,

but that pink top cannot be found.

How is it we have so much stuff,

but what we have isn’t what we want?

It’s all the leftover unwanted things

from which we must choose.

Maybe a shopper’s delight, digging the piles,

but for me and my mate, it makes us tired.

Finally, that one toy magically appears,

and that little shirt peeks out at last.

Christmas gifts for little ones done.

I hope it makes their wishes come true.

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