Twas Christmas Eve and stores around the Mall were grim indeed;
no customers were clamoring or starting a stampede.
In fact it was so quiet that the clerks began to snooze;
their managers retired to their offices to booze.
The merchandise hung limply in display windows, forgotten.
The cookies and hot cider for the crowds had all gone rotten.
The internet had stolen all the customers away;
they didn't want to park and walk and wait in line all day.
Instead they turned to Amazon and Alibaba, too,
to purchase ev'rything from Barbie dolls to feverfew.
So now the malls are shuttered, all the shops are hollow shells;
there's no one who can hear the sacred chimes of Christmas bells . . .
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