Roll on six o clock

Ching ching goes her register
as shoppers queue to pay,
she's lost to why they leave it
'til the eve of Christmas Day.

Surely they knew weeks ago
they had to get this stuff,
instead of waiting until now
to make my last day tough.

"Do you have that in a 16
and in a red or black?,"
"We might love and if we do
it's out there on the rack."

But as the queues grow longer
her till decides to lock,
"Oh Santa if you're listening
please roll on six o' clock."

Then one old man steps forward
quite wobbly on his feet,
he wants to claim a refund
but can't find his receipt.

He says he bought some Y fronts
and claims that they were torn,
but upon close examination
she spots that they'd been worn.

Her heart performs a summersault
as her stomach starts to heave,
she can't believe she's doing this
on of all days Christmas Eve.

Some shoppers heckle loudly
and others start to mock,
while our salesperson bites her lip
and yurns for six o' clock.

She smiles and serves each customer
keeping one eye on the time,
but despite her speed in doing so
there's no end to the line.

Just then she spots it's six o' clock
from the time piece on the wall,
so grabs her coat, storms out the door
shouting "Happy Christmas to you all."