A Christmas Poem: Poem by David Wood

The mad drive to the shops
Cars driving bumper to bumper
Pulling out all the stops
Driver in front brakes, I bump her.

Finding a place to park
Stress level high, I'm feeling whacked
Shops are bare, rather stark
Nevertheless, the shops are packed.

One toy would you believe
The only thing I have to get
And it is Christmas Eve
And I said I wouldn't forget.

Now it's Christmas morning,
The turkey is in the oven
But we are all yawning,
Wife's Mother here, from her coven.

Kids now open their toys
With a puzzled look from the cat
Bursts of tears from the boys
Shouts and cry's; 'I didn't want that'.

Christmas now soon to end,
Everything getting all too dear,
No more money to spend,
Just to wish you A Happy New Year.