Benediction To Thy Deux Daughters

(Thy lovely lasses unwittingly 

unstintingly unexpectedly 
taught me selflessness)

 

Every Holiday time each year, 
a rocketing increase asper
doling out Uriah Heap ping 
largesse imposed upon each
citizen banker (coerced, forced, 

induced to buy baubles,
bibelot, curios, et cetera striving 
to outspend a competing
shopper, which faux grand 
handedness, and crass exhibition

generating mega sales (as Tale 
of Two Cities, or more)
earns management stripes viz 
embracing the Christmas spirit
(via blithely deftly, frenziedly, 

et cetera) per avidly boasting,
coarsely displaying, eagerly 
flaunting, et cetera prices paid
for the latest curiosity, doodad, 

gewgaws (whereby un
avoidable advertisements), flood 
mass communication airways, 
causeways, driveways, et cetera 
to plug reduced priceline sans 
gaud dee, knickknacks, gimcracks,

encompass companies blitzkrieg 
for those, who disparage being 
labeled Scrooge plunk down
every red cent, and empty 
their pockets, purses, wallets

 

to snag the title of topnotch spender 
no matter no need exists to snatch 
every last kickshaw, novelty ornamental 
tchotchkes, (which modus operandi, 
(visited upon the populace, a tidal wave

vis a vis figurative manifestation, 
laceration, inundation, whereby tenet, 
maxim, credo, et cetera broadcast 
to general public amply expending

fistfuls of dollars fulfilling 
Great Expectations

(for family, friends, relatives) 
buy giving liberally,

via unspoken mandate, and 
thence subsequently, when receiving 
presents galore, tis incumbent to craft

sincere polite thank you note 
(written in calligraphy if possibly)
to evince real or feigned gratitude 
despite The Battle of Life travails

and, whenever possibly necessarily 
over spending monetary reserves
setting stage for Bleak House 
after festivities subside,

 

whence welcoming return to employ
ment to garner green legal tender

to stave off Hard Times glad to 
cease hearing annoying renditions
qua A Christmas Carol, and visiting 
countless theaters enduring

legions of young actors and or 
actresses portray the saga of Oliver Twist
a disadvantaged indigent boy 
(given up by his mum),

and grudgingly accepted in an 
Almshouse, where his early existence
mirrored unfair cruelty, whereat 
Master of the deprived ladelled 
thin gruel only one ration, a worse 
perdition than death, this measly diet 
lacked minimal nutrition, The Battle of Life.

 

This American Notes a disproportionate

concentration to reach out to those less fortunate

particularly Thanksgiving and Xmas

which effort laudable, yet a diminution

for succor such as: triumph over adversity

sustenance, accommodations seems

to muffle The Chimes remaining

three hundred and some odd or even days.