The Most Wonderful Time of the Year

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year

The post office crowded;
people waiting
to send off parcels
filled with Christmas joys;
by there was no joy
in their hearts.

Eyes fixed straight ahead,
no one spoke,
no one smiled;
grim-faced and glum,
standing in line
like condemned prisoners.

The parking lot filled
with a jumble of cars;
honking horns,
blinking lights,
frowning drivers,
and angry pedestrians.

Slow down!
Look out!
Move it!
Up yours!
Get out of the way!
I was waiting for that parking place!

Merry Christmas?

Deborah Beach Giordano
© November 25, 2009

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I am a struggling Christian, committed pacifist, near-obsessive recycler, incurable animal lover, inveterate tree-hugger; a nature mystic, a socialized introvert, an advocate for the vulnerable, an opponent of exploiters.
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