Harried shoppers keen to leave
The hustle-bustle of the till
With trollies stacked high – overkill!
Nervous tension in the air
The whole world and his wife are there
Gaudy gift sets vanish fast
Shelves are re-stocked as we pass.
Wine bottles beckon by the door
With lobsters, foie gras and much more
Tasty snacks, cheese, nuts and crisps
The Belgian Christmas means all this!
In the vast car park outside
A Coca Cola truck is spied
The queue is long as Santa waits
To hand out gifts at festive rates!
Beside the bank - a homeless man
Many avoid him, if they can
The heavy laden cars drive by
He watches them with saddened eye...
(c) Poet in the woods 2018
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