The Buy It To Get Season Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

The buy it to get season,
Is nearly coming to an end.
Some with their sugar coated dreams,
Will know to realize them to be fulfilled.
While others await anticipating surprises.
Packaged to be wrapped expensively.

'Oh.
You shouldn't have.
I don't know what to say.'

~It's just a very small token,
That could not 'ever' express...
The tremendous love I keep for you,
All these years.~

Children of all ages young and older,
Shoulder together through crowded malls.
To come to sudden stops to eye pop,
The latest must have electronic additions...
Teased by dancing elves offering free snacks.
And joined by an underpaid Santa Claus,
'Ho-ing' to laugh his last act of the season off.

The buy it to get season is nearly coming to an end.
And as a new year comes around the corner to begin,
Many will express having doubts and regrets.
Knowing most of the new year that comes,
Welcomes bills to get that deepens debts.
With a listening to those who further upset.
By showing, again, their lack of appreciation.

'Sure.
Go right ahead.
Accuse me to be the reason why you are upset.
When you were the one to tell me,
How blessed I was to get and receive your love.
And 'now' you want to blame 'me',
For being ungrateful?
Did I not gratefully accept and helped you spend,
Every last dime you had?
I can't believe your giving has made you so vicious.
What do you expect from me?
Christmas is over.'