Christmas shopping wouldn't be the same
It wouldn't be the same without books
Oh, how beautiful they look
And they're on sale
Money flies out of my wallet
Disappears like a magic trick
Before I even have time to think
I swear, it's some kind of magic
I come home with a pile of books
I don't know when I'll find time to read
My wallet cries, everything in it is empty
And I feel a little guilty
But then I look at the books
And I'm enchanted again
A smile appears on my face
And I know the money wasn't spent in vain
YOU ARE READING
My December Poems
PoetryA collection of poems I wrote this month for Poetmas Instagram challenge
