Mall Crawl

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From the book Santa Got Stuck in the Chimney

We went to the mall the day after Thanksgiving,
to purchase the Christmas gifts we would be giving.
My mother, my father, my sister and I,
we all had our lists of the presents we’d buy.

We got up at dawn and went straight to the Mall,
but came home without any presents at all.
For though we were there from the morning till dark,
we spent the day looking for someplace to park.

 — Kenn Nesbitt

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Reading Level: Grade 3

Topics: Poems about Friends and Family, Seasonal Poems

Poetic Techniques: Irony, Narrative Poems


From the Book Santa Got Stuck in the Chimney

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