Christmas Gift-Giving Is Nigh

         It's high time to fret.

         I'm pulling my hair.

         I'm starting to sweat.

         It came out of nowhere.

         Christmas gift-giving is nigh.

         Bright lights make me blink.

         My mind is a blank.

         It's so hard to think.

         The gears just won't crank.

         Christmas gift-giving is nigh.

         "Angels we have heard on high

         echoing their joyous song";

         Tinny carols blare, I sigh.

         Stumbling numbly with the throng.

         In the mall, too many choices;

         Clothes, clocks, books, sweets, scents, toys, tech. gear.

         In my head, vexating voices.

         Bah, humbug! Where's the Christmas cheer?

         Finally, I find salvation.

         Hallelujah this ends my quest.

         I'll chance X-Mas excitation

         With books of lottery tickets.

         It's high time to fret.

         I'm pulling my hair.

         I'm starting to sweat.

         It came out of nowhere.

         Christmas gift-giving is nigh.( loosely based on that Christmas carol classic ' Santa Claus Is Coming To Town' ) 27 lines