Christmas Shopping Poem by Rhonda Baker

That heavy feeling in your heart like a stone.
To go Christmas shopping all alone.
Focus on the list, get everything right. Feeling hollow, no Christmas light. Parking seems miles away. The winds blow cold, it's cloudy and grey. You have to finish, you're running out of time.20 pounds of books, get back in line. I should stop, get something to eat. Boy, my back hurts and so do my feet. My progress is good I'm just about done. Now go home and have some wrapping fun.