Just recently, we've had our "Black Friday": the day after Thanksgiving, in which the holiday shopping season begins. Stores would slash prices just to lure their customers in, sometimes in rowdy crowds; people would line up to get what they want to give for Christmas. It's a tradition just as intriguing and interesting as Thanksgiving itself; indulgence followed by consumption.
Personally, I haven't had the experience of going out in the early morning hours, and don't intend to. However, this is how I would imagine it.
Thanksgiving evening, comatose in food,
Got to wake up now, got to get my coat,
Got to stretch my muscles, get in the mood.
Get away from home, trying to catch a float,
Hopefully with some coupons on it, not lost
To the multitudes, begging for a gift
Not claimed by mainstream claws, that will not cost
An arm and a leg, or maybe a lift
Towards oblivion, a higher realm
Where even a small indulgence is not
Taboo. But at the next row, at the helm
Where the tree resides, people are just fraught.
All around me, these buyers get in line,
Fighting, clawing, for what would be mine.