It's only a month until the day
That many bow their heads and pray
To Mammon since they cannot say
They celebrate the holiday
They claim to honor buying things,
Toys and food and fancy rings
Got on sale as coinage sings
And the cash register dings.
There is a war, as many claim,
Because folks will not say the name
Of the day given much fame,
One a stealing all the same.
I want nothing to do with it.
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