The spirit of Christmas <br />is lying in wait for me <br />round corners of raw streets <br />where neighbours in thin <br />Santa disguises <br />grin and shake charity tins. <br /> <br />I am ambushed <br />by children with shining faces <br />and velour antlers <br />with bells on, singing songs <br />that drown my eyes with memories. <br /> <br />I keep my bah humbug tongue <br />in my cheek, remembering <br />that more tills than bells are ringing out. <br />Let's all be of good cheer, because we're told <br />that spending Christmas spending <br />might keep away recession in New Year.<br /><br />Janice Windle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/winter-poems-christmas-commercial/
