Breaking mistaken trust.
And cussing those you blame,
For leaving you in shame and shattered.
Introduces a definition of life,
Free of seduction!
And brings upon the onslaught of anger.
Deduced from a slowing of mass productions.
No longer can those rush to purchase…
Whims on credit.
Facing debts and sacrifice…
Splits spice from bitterness quick!
Without moments to breathe in between.
Or an opportunity to ‘slim down’ those lifestyles…
Into something acceptible and exquisitely reduced.
Suitably penny pinched for comfort!
Something has to be done that is trimmed of fat.
Although leaving one’s palate lean…
And craving,
Very few are accustomed to that.
That hardly attracts.
Those sugar plum and diced dreams would be nice to serve.
But there is a crisis that looms.
And balsam fir scents and sticks of pepperment,
Associated with a season minted with delicious treats…
Takes a back seat.
As a greeting of reality stings and bites.
With a pouring of salt and vinegar on all appetites.
And visions of snowy nights,
With reindeer flying over tree tops sighted.
Stops!
For the unwrapping of some painful facts!
A smearing of Santa’s reputation this year…
Has to be done!
And made clear by those unaccustomed,
To such bravery!