16: Resolute
Dec. 12th, 2010 06:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jon_chaissonIt's time to get on home, I thought. Time to leave.
On the eve of Christmas, well past rush hour,
I found myself in the back of the store, cutting up boxes
And wondering why I was still there when everyone else
Had already fled the place--even the mallwalkers
And the absent-minded husbands had already admitted defeat.
On the eve of the holiday, a long way away from family
I found myself finishing the work no one else wanted to do.
I chose not to complain, I figured I could use the cash
And I had the entire place to myself until they kicked me out.
I cleaned and I stocked, I listened and I planned,
And made sure the twenty-sixth would be the best ever.
The selling floor can be
a lonely place on Christmas Eve,
But only if you let it.
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On the eve of Christmas, well past rush hour,
I found myself in the back of the store, cutting up boxes
And wondering why I was still there when everyone else
Had already fled the place--even the mallwalkers
And the absent-minded husbands had already admitted defeat.
On the eve of the holiday, a long way away from family
I found myself finishing the work no one else wanted to do.
I chose not to complain, I figured I could use the cash
And I had the entire place to myself until they kicked me out.
I cleaned and I stocked, I listened and I planned,
And made sure the twenty-sixth would be the best ever.
The selling floor can be
a lonely place on Christmas Eve,
But only if you let it.
This entry was originally posted at http://jonchaisson.dreamwidth.org/4348.html. Please comment there using OpenID.
