The Christmas Crunch

If Christmas came more than once a year
My wallet would be thin I fear.
My credit cards would be maxed out
The house would be mortgaged it is no doubt.

Christmas trees cost far too much.
Why can’t we just cut one and add a special touch?
Add stands of popcorn colored bright
And remember Jesus birthday not shopping fights.

Christmas has become a candy bar crunch.
After it’s over we’ll have pennies for lunch.
Merchants get rich and count their lute
While packing away next years Santa’s suit

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