What’s in your sack, Father Christmas?

What’s in your sack, Father Christmas?

What’s in your sack?

Gold, myrrh and frankincense

are the three presents I lack.

Not Gold but a Gold bank card

that gives infinite credit, the best friend

you or your wallet will ever have, your passport

to Retail Elysium, your worldwide license to spend.

What’s in your sack, Father Christmas?

What’s in your sack?

Given gold – myrrh and frankincense

are the two presents I lack.

Not frankincense but a Fire tablet,

a flame-thrower, a Ferrari, and a faux fox-fur that won’t itch.

The whole fairground ride of them cost only a penny

during the recent Amazon software glitch.

What’s in your sack, Father Christmas,

What’s in your sack?

Given gold and this frankincense, myrrh

is the one present I lack.

Not myrrh but magic, makeup, mascara,

Maybelline, Max Factor, Ultra Rich Body Scrub;

L’Oréal’s Million Lashes, your transformations

brought straight from the Black Friday Fight Club.

What’s in your sack, now, Father Christmas,

What’s in your sack?

Happiness, now your sack’s empty,

is the one thing I lack.

Cancel your credit card, steer clear of the shopping mall,

be true to yourself, wear your own face, and wish for less;

don’t lust after bargains on line, or after gifts at all

and you’ll maybe find happiness.

John Gohorry

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