A Black Friday Rhyme
‘Twas the night before Black Friday and all through the house not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The credit cards were packed in the wallets with glee, in hopes that the deals would include something for free. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of consumerism danced in their heads. And I in my kerchief and mama in her cap had just settled down for a post-turkey nap when out on the street there arose such a clatter I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, tore open the shutters and threw up the sash — when what to my wondering eyes should appear but the neighbors all piling into their cars with shopping gear…
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