'Twas the plight after Christmas and all through the mall
Were the sounds of returning; "This thing is too small!"
"It fits like a stove pipe. It squeezes my head.
The button's too small, and the color's too red!"
Vouchers and gift cards appeared everywhere,
Uneasiness hung like a fog in the air.
The shoppers would not be denied their reward
Their lack of receipts stores would not dare ignore.
The socks that were hung on display with great care
Were littered about as though tossed through the air.