The season of Christmas had come.
School was beginning to make my brain numb.
I forgot to get some presents,
But I was as bankrupt as peasants.
Although it evoked some panic,
I chose to wait for my birthday,
This was the upcoming Saturday,
And I assumed lines were gigantic.
I received a little over a hundred.
Most of which were from my relatives.
This time of year had become something to dread.
Presents had to be decorative.
I finally finished shopping.
They said, “Your presents are popping!”
I was lucky on my birthday to get money.
Otherwise, Christmas would not have been so funny.
