Twas the week before Christmas, when all through the store,
All the customers we scurrying like mice through our door!
The apparel was thrown on the floor without care,
With hopes that an XXXL would be somewhere under there!
With not an object still hung on on its peg,
And kids inthe skateboard aisle breaking their heads!
From the front of the store arose such a chatter,
Bitch mothers up front arguing the the manager!
An ECP here and an ECP there,
Keeps my manager Jerry from pulling out his hair!
From the golf section theres a familiar sight,
Its freakin Josh preaching the quality of anything top flite!
Oh please retail gods please make this end,
So I can get a year of rest before this all starts again!
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