wandering the streets and alleys and passageways of a city bedecked in red white and green, eyes somewhat open and pondering the scenes as they unfold.
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past the energized icicles
reflecting off the glass
past the incense and candles
red suits and santa hats
down the aisles of forever
coins dripping from our hands
marketing so clever
even children understand
no spaces in the parking lot
crowds throughout the mall
no faces lost in religious thoughts
just the things in market stalls
waiting to feed the reindeer
or to tell santa what you want
looking around i wonder
if thats all we've got
we're conditioned
to accept tradition
as long as good will flows
no matter where the money goes
traditions
