A Christmas Poem

Thanks to computers and Fed Ex and all

I sure don’t miss going out to the mall

To be jostled and bulldozed and hit in the head.

I’d rather stay home and just shop from my bed.

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I don’t care how my presents get here as long as they get here.

17 Comments

  1. Unknown's avatar

    Awwww, are things looking up for you and the Tobster? Is he out of the doghouse? I certainly hope so.
    The more I think about it the more I’m sure somehow the people are problematic in his life. A case of Toby saying “it’s not me, it you humans”. I hope the humans have been summarily reprimanded and he’s able to just relax and be a dog. That’s really all they want…, and lots of love. 💗

    Anony-mouse 🐭 and The Terrier 🐶

  2. doesitevenmatter3's avatar

    I agree with Toby! YAY Toby! 🙂
    Great poem! It says it all! (And…’Tis nice to see our Fed-Ex man is wearing his long pants now. Ha! Guess his shorts are put away for a few months! 😉 ;-D 😛 )
    (((HUGS))) and ❤️❤️ to you both!!

  3. suziecreamcheese's avatar

    I worked retail for 7 long years. Black Friday was invented by Satan. People get mean and stupid and for what? I haven’t shopped that day since then. Used to go out the day after Christmas but even that lost its charm when people got so nasty. I want to be like Toby and just bite them all in the bummeee. Which reminds me? Was the bite that got him in trouble in the bummeee? Because if so, I’m sure it was totally deserved

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