Shopping Centre Christmas

Throughout the shopping centre

Christmas spirit is sky high.

But my head hurts, my feet are sore,

I don't know what to buy.

I've bought some little presents

Now my money's nearly gone,

'Though it really doesn't matter,

My credit card's still strong.

Canned music all around me,

Tinsel drips from plastic trees,

Store keepers' call, "Come in, come in,

I've all the gifts to please."

I'm feeling very frazzled,

I've quite run out of fizz,

I want to shout to all about,

"I've had enough of this!"

Yet, when Christmas Day comes

And my worries are all done,

I'll toast a new-born babe, and say,

"Merry Christmas, everyone."

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