We’ve been out Christmas shopping

Who said it would be fun?

I’m hungry, bored and tired

On a day of rain, no sun.

 

The boot is full of parcels

My feet are tired and sore

I can’t wait for the moment

When I walk in through the door.

 

My debit card is red hot

Through hours of constant misuse

I’m afraid to look at my balance

All caused by financial abuse.

 

One thing I’ve found a blessing

And why I’m still alive.

I now go shopping on Sundays

When the shops all close at five.