Twas three days before Christmas, when all through the store
Not a customer was happy, just asking for more.
The books were stacked on the tables with care,
In hopes that someone would find the price fair.
The children were running, instead of tied in their beds,
While visions of Wii games danced in their heads.
And mom on her iPhone, with a kid on her lap,
Had just settled in for a long winter’s chat.
No, I don’t have a Bible to give to your kids,
Or a VeggieTales video open for bids.
I’m all out of Odyssey, Message and Meyer,
You’re stuck with what’s left, and a Christmastime flyer.
So give me a break from your whining and talk,
And be happy with merchandise left in our stock.
But hear me exclaim, as I fade out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”
Inside the Writer 