'Twas the eve before Christmas.
I left it too late.
The shelves are all bare.
Oh, why did I wait?
I swore I'd shop early,
I clearly remember,
And be done with it all
By the first of December.
But now here I am
With picked-over stock.
The boxes are crumpled
On the Marvel knockoffs.
Sweaters too big,
Slippers too small.
The pushing the grabbing,
Get me out of this mall.
I will stop at the drug store
And purchase a card
And fill it with money.
Why make life hard?
It always fits
And suits everyone's taste.
No need to wrap it.
That's just a waste.
But should you not like it,
Dear, have no fear,
If you'd like to return it,
My pocket's right here.
Last Minute Christmas Shopping
The Eve Before Christmas
Published by Family Friend Poems June 2017 with permission of the Author.
Advertisement