Bee Kilpatrick

Up On The Roof - Poem by Bee Kilpatrick

We really don’t need a reason for the season
It’s the day after Thanksgiving and its 3 in the morning
And all the good people the stores they are storming
Go through a red light for whatever season.
It’s alright now it’s the Holiday Season.
Sales clerk’s have to say Happy Holiday’s or Season Greetings
If they say Merry Christmas they will get fired today
And go home without any holiday pay.
30 days and 30 nights
Of holiday toys and holiday lights
Holiday parties when will they ever end
Holiday traffic cut off a friend
Cut him off once twice lets do it again
Can’t wait for the kids to come home again
So they can spend all their time with their friends
Pound after pound hour after hour
The Holiday season begins to sour
Christmas Eve and the trees are all lit
Who is on the rooftop?
But the neighbor next store
Doing some holiday shopping
He doesn’t want to steal from the store
Its Christmas morning and no one is awake
Jesus is born and the whole world quakes

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 21, 2010

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