A Toy R Us associate’s Christmas Poem

T’was some days before Christmas and all through the store
People were shopping for present galore.
Now by this time Kat’s Christmas spirits were feeling quite poor
From listening to bad Christmas jiggles and picking crap off the floor.
She was finding herself jaded to holiday cheer
Hearing daily professing of customers’ hate for the Yule and New Year.
“Oh why?” I did ask
”did we do this stuff?”
Wasn’t giving the brats presents quite well enough
Why keep up this farce from year to year
Of a fat man in red with a very long beard?
The kids are all spoiled brats who come into this store
Their parents are rude and boorish as the store they do tour.
They treat me like dirt, wishing Christmas depart as fast as it can
And waiting on my line makes them less of my fan
I asked to the heavens how had we gone wrong?
To make the birth of my savior only about selling presents in throngs

Deep into my depression I slipped and I fell
Until the Christmas season to me seemed more like a hell

But in the depths of my mood a lesson was wrought
That lead me never again to question the lessons Christmas has taught.

As closing time came and clean up took place
I found myself re-shelving toys about Star Wars and space

From behind me exclaimed a voice quite filled with glee
So I turned around to see who was shouting at me.

A woman quite happy did race up the aisle
With a stroller she pushed along single file

It was then that I realized right next to my side
Were newly put boxes with Dora talking houses inside

The woman did cheer and gave me a hug
Declaring her appreciation and love for my mug

Confused as I was I did not have much time
As she explained her reaction as I readjusted my spine

It seems her small child as I fixed my eyes down
Wished for this house which her mother had looked all over town.

Her child was sporting both an oxygen mask and an IV tube
She looked as if she just escaped from the hospital, not to sound rude

The mother declared the child’s rough year,
Of seeing all kinds of doctors and made miserable with fear.

A gift would please her poor daughter looking just over two
You would not believe what this poor kid went through

To delight her small daughter she had looked in vane
To acquire the house of one Dora by name.

She had looked and she looked but to no avail
Not even being able to acquire said house by mail

On Christmas day, she did not wish to see her daughter’s sad face
When Santa’s gift so desired was missing, oh what a disgrace

All this child looked forward to through her miserable ways
Was counting and counting all of those days

Till Santa would come and reward her for being a brave little girl
If you heard what this kid had to go through you’d might wish to hurl.

The girl was now happy having spotted the toy
Which Mommy hid in her cart the illusion not to destroy

The girl was so excited she almost pulled out her tubes
Mommy then calmed her down before any more could perturb

”Yes my dear,” the mother did sing
“There are certainly enough of those houses for Santa to bring!”

The last thing she said to me was she came in by chance
She looked about ready to dance and to prance
But she smiled to her girl and I swear she said this and not to get sappy

”Now I’m happy, because I can make you happy!”

So off she did go to the check out at this midnight hour
And I found myself unable for that night to glower.

That’s why we have Christmas and Santa and his reindeer
So that children like her have something to look forward each year.