A Seasonal Note to my Dear Readers

In Rhyme, No Less

Christmas Sales

The shop is full of this and that;
The house is fuller still;
“New listings” make our midday chat,
And product photos lay us flat;
We fume and fuss our fill.

These are the dollar days, we’ve heard,
And January’s slow;
We hustle round; the inner nerd
Must puzzle over each keyword
So Christmas sales will grow.

The nice things posted three months back?
Cha-ching! How good it sounds!
Yet inventory must not slack;
No customer shall find a lack
As they make our shop’s rounds.

The seasonal goes quickly too;
We’re posting ornaments
For trees and such; and white and blue
(Veranda’s trend for Christmas hue,
Or did I miss the sense?)

At once the holly teacup sold,
The crystal vases?  Gone;
The sterling gravy ladle strolled
To Maryland; the china old…
As Grandma’d say, “I’ll swan!”

This poem must now come to an end;
I’m sorry, friends, to go;
But “grandmacore” is right on trend;
The Royal Bayreuth bowl we send
Must now be packed, you know?

I have a book–a tiny book–
I meant to sell right here.
I’ll tell you more when I can look
Away from scrubbing, listing–Look!
A china jardiniere!

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