CHRISTMAS SATIRE
An Open Letter to Amazon from Santa
Leave this Christmas to me Grinch and all we hold dear, and you can take every other day of the year.
Dear Amazon,
You have your bazillions and your large empire too.
Your Grinch stores flog everything including Whole Foods.
You sell bells and bicycles and hula-hoop hoops,
books, toy planes and run-away trains looping-de-loop.
You have thousands of workers that bow down to Prime.
So, why greedy Grinch, are you taking what’s mine?
I’m talking about Christmas — the day that’s for me,
when children wake to find gifts under their tree
that I’ve toiled to make with the elves in my shop
and delivered by hand with my reindeer non-stop,
on a trek through the night in snow, sleet and rain,
to the tots in Finland, Thailand and Bahrain.
Parents have leaned on me to bring Christmas cheer,
sending heartfelt letters to the North Pole each year.
They’ve come to the malls with their kids dressed to the nines
and taken festive photos despite…
