Everybody is scurring around, for
they don't want to wait, for the last
minute. Wherever you go, it doesn't
matter, the stores are packed to the
limit. Fighting your way, through the
crowds, isn't exactly what I call a treat.
I know, before I'm finished, I'll be happy
to get off my feet. Still, you keep on
going, until all your shopping is done.
When finally it's over, everything comes
to a stop. Now, at last I know the
meaning, when it's said, shop until
you drop!
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