Ode to the end of the Fuss

Christ's at the core
but Christmas is or'e,
Candles galore
at the candle store.

And if you're not fast
you'll get special deals last.
Better get to the door
before there's no more.

But shopping's a chore.
Neither sanity, calm nor
peace waits at the store,
for the crush is folk lore.

Push to the fore
for the steals and more.
It's your turn to bore
with the stories. We'll snore.

For you've come with the stash
you grabbed with your cash.
Now watch the holiday bash
end with a crash.

Wrapping paper and bow,
has brought you quite low,
but again we'll look all aglow
next week we have whistles to blow.

Bushes and trees,
fly away in the breeze.
Hope for the next guy, please!
And get rid of those fleas!

The New Year's ahead!
I slap at my head
No sadness, I said,
that 2008's is dead.

We'll jump and shout
to kick it out,
to end this bout,
It's a mess, no doubt!

2009, please bring a good time.
and do be kind
by getting rid of the slime.
Then won't we be fine!