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by LadyRanea |
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potential gifts promising smiles and joy spill out from jam-packed shelves into too crowded aisles demands of effort lost on thankless faces piercing cries of too tired toddlers with too little time and too little patience parents rip through me like shards of glass an endless parade of whimpering and whining and "can you wrap this" my fingers cramping from punching register keys six o'clock in the evening Christmas Eve we closed at five human faces and voices melt away becoming predators seeking their last minute prey do they give out of love or the insistent voice of duty? Santa and the Christ child gaze with empty eyes across the aisles and over the heads of the blind shoving the blind out of the way another baby screams again at last the store is silent when I leave behind darkened aisles at eight thirty we closed at five tomorrow is Christmas but I've forgotten what that means (c)LadyRanea
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