Pressure and panic parcelled together,
Hurtling betwixt and between in unison.
Passing oneself on the slow return journey,
Yet running and leaping through many rings.
This hectic season of the giving and receiving,
Easy online purchases cascade into mighty piles.
Remembering personal proclivities and tastes,
Who is worthy of this purchasing predicament.
In time, rapt with great relief of done and dusted,
The twinkling lights of festive spirit shine through.
December’s presence fraught with best intentions,
Moods swing with benevolent melancholic jingles.
©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 15/12/2013