Shop Talk

Twas the month before Christmas, when all through the mall
Not a shopper was finished, not a single one at all.
The decorations were hung on the kiosk with care,
In hopes that a big sale would soon be made there.

The sales reps were dreaming of being all snug in their beds,
While visions of Starbucks danced in their heads.
And my coworker in her elf ears, and I in my Santa hat,
Had just finished a family share, and yes, that's a wrap!

When out in center court there arose such a clatter,
I dashed from the kiosk to see what was the matter.
Away to the Christmas tree I flew like a flash,
Tore open the door (after securing the cash).

The fluorescents on the counters shone like new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to the ...
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