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Jingle Blues
by Deborah Ann Belka Dashing to the mall in a luxury automobile over the freeway I crawl complaining all the way horns of irritation blow making me feel uptight oh what pain it is to shop at six- o'clock at night. Jingle blues, jingle blues complaining all the way oh what a mess it is to ride on the holiday express. A season or two ago, I thought I'd quit this dash and then I was told I didn't need the cash a credit card will do to get me a lot of stuff with no interest charges for that enticing touch. Jingle blues, jingle blues complaining all the way oh what a mess it is to ride on the credit card express. A season or two ago, I thought I was through dashing to Black Friday sales but my Christmas list grew and now I find myself fighting traffic in my car inching along the way not getting very far and I ~ I just got to shop! Jingle blues, jingle blues complaining all the way oh what a mess it is to ride on the bankrupt express. Now my face is white, as I look at all the bills to pay back what I owe gives me the chills so from now I am paying cash to Christmas debt I'm going to cede no more debit and credit cards and I hope you'll take my lead. Jingle bliss, jingles bliss, I have nothing more to fear oh what joy it will be . . . to have no Christmas debt next year! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Copyright 2019 Deborah Ann Belka [email protected] www.hiswingsshadow.com http://poetrybydeborahann.wordpress.com/ TO GOD BE THE GLORY! Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |