Boxes of mischief stacked in a corner,
Beckon like a sirens call.
I look at everything in wonder;
Feels like I’m about three feet tall.
Giggles escape as I remember my fate
After stuffing my face at an alarming rate
With goodies that promised experiences divine
(But just ended up increasing this weight of mine!)
Crinkle, snip, thwack sounds echo at the counter
As they quickly tie up in wrappers
Apologies and surprises in equal quantities
For people to gift to their cuties.
Boy, I am back in a toy store
And it still makes me want more and more.