'Twas the week before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a present was wrapped, not even a new blouse.
I realized I need to get on my game
Of getting presents for everyone, so I don't feel to blame.
Mom, Dad, my best friend, and my dog, too.
I need to spread the Christmas cheer, so no one is blue.
I hustled out of my house; money needed to be spent,
And this is how my Christmas Target trip went.
I walk into the store. Where to start? Where to start?
Ahhh, yes. Many people to shop for; I will need a cart.
Might as well browse through the dollar section first.
"All this stuff under $5.00?" I exclaim, and I burst.
Better check out the cozy sweaters, find one for my best friend.
This one's too cute, just my size, plus it's in trend!
Well shoot, maybe she'd like more nail polish instead.
Now that I think about it, I'm almost out of that shade of red.
You can never go wrong with fuzzy socks to stay warm
And Mom lives in Florida, but we're about to have a snowstorm.
I could use a few more pairs to throw on under my shoes
I'm sure I could get away with just buying Mom booze.
Dad is hard to shop for; he always enjoys new shirts.
30% off boots? Oh my. I look down at my cart; my wallet already hurts.
Back to Dad, maybe he'd like new KU gear to wear.
I walk to the aisle, and it's already bare.
It's my dog's first Christmas - he could sure use a new bone.
The aisle is packed full of cat people, cue my groan.
I could circle around and see what else I could gift.
Candles are never a bad choice; smell goods to sniff.
Movies and books are just a few aisles down.
Maybe a comedy? I wouldn't want anyone to frown.
My cart's getting full; I should probably leave.
Through the long check-out lines, I begin to weave.
"Your total is $80.92," the register worker says with a smile.
I swipe my card thinking, "I shouldn't have to come back for awhile."
While walking back to my car, I start to think
I bought everything for me; no gifts. I stink!
I blew my budget on myself. How selfish am I?
Why do I do this to myself? Why? Why? Why?
