The season is before us

Loosely based on
a long forgotten fable

now reformed into a
currency based religion
just in time to get retailers
into the black
and siphoning another
million billions
over to Amazon

The rushing around
trying to find the perfect gift
that doesn't clash
with uncle Harry's
mustache
while still remaining
gluten free

I try to stay "in the spirit"
but fueled on nothing
but box gravy and sugar cookies
I've run aground on the the
exposed reef of pure capitalism