Christmas is celebrated
By buying all the bargains.
Put them in packages, bags.
Enjoy with Zuzu’s petals.
One of the wise men brought gold
To the babe in a manger.
From that moment cold, hard cash
Was God’s sign of approval.
Since sweet Jesus invented
The American dollar,
What’s wrong with you, customer?
Do you hate your own children?
You’re poor, have nothing to spend.
Don’t fret! Usury is friend!
Borrow emergency cash,
And spend, spend, spend, spend, spend, spend!
This was written for Chelsea Owens’s Terrible Poetry Contest #46. I haven’t participated in a while, but this prompt was just too good to let go by.