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Spokane, Washington  Est. May 19, 1883

A rhyme of cheer for this time of year

Buck York Correspondent

Christmas Shopping

Another Christmas full of stress and of strife,

But it won’t be the last one, not on your life.

Pushing and shoving and fighting the crowd,

Parents and children all screaming out loud.

Too many cars and no place to park

Staying out shopping till way after dark.

When you’re exhausted and dead on your feet

You remember you haven’t stopped yet to eat.

Restaurants so crowded you can’t even get in.

It’s more crowded here than where you’ve already been.

Finally you’re done and can head for your house.

But where the heck are the kids and the spouse?

Everyone’s found and you head for the lot.

Is this where you parked? Maybe so, maybe not.

You sure don’t remember that big Christmas tree.

Oh no! This is lot four. You’re parked in lot three.

After searching a while you locate your car.

Out into the street, but you don’t get far.

Slow vehicle taillights spread out up ahead.

Oh, how you wish you were home in your bed.

Time passes and soon much to your delight,

You see your own house and your shining porch light.

Soon the kids are tucked in with their hugs and their kisses,

And you can relax on the couch with the missus.

At last you can sit and be of good cheer.

You won’t have to do this again till next year.

You know in your heart it’s all worth it somehow

But isn’t it great. It’s all over for now!