November 2018

I am rather happy to have found this poem again. I thought I’ve lost it in my many blog moves. You might have gathered it that the shopping frenzy that ensues in the next 4 to 5 weeks is one of my pet peeves. That is certainly my old job’s fault. Working in a supermarket teaches you one thing: It’s all about the money and I doubt that makes the world a better place. I might have to work on this poem though. But make up your own mind 😉

December 2012

I spend today cooking and finding nice things on Pinterest and that made me creative somehow. I have to admit the quality is not the best but no one forces you to read this ;-).

In this sense: Happy last Shopping:

I’m dreaming of a Wild Christmas

I’m dreaming of a wild Christmas.
Not like the ones I used to know:
Where empty shelves glisten
And children listen
To hear stories in the snow.

I’m dreaming of a wild Christmas
With every chicken, I do sell
May our souls learn happiness and light
And forget about shopping and pride.

(Sorry Mr Irvin & Mr Crosby….)

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