Bedlam at Christmas - Original Writing

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Bedlam at Christmas - Original Writing

As I walk out of the dusty and bleakly interiored station, I feel

excited to be in Oxford Street. As it's the 23rd of December, I have

opened the ultimate door of stress upon myself as I have to get all of

my Christmas shopping done TODAY!

The mood is quite surreal as the cold and snowy yet warm spirit of

Christmas slightly lightens the, otherwise rude, obnoxious, and

grumpy, every day shoppers.

Where is she? I wonder to myself, frustrated. She always does this to

me and we're on a time curfew. Jane, where are you?

I gasp and turn around sharply as I feel an unpleasant nudge in my

spine. I swing my arm round; ready to defend myself and someone grabs

it!

"Watch it girl! You nearly had my eye out!" she cockily warns me.

"You! You're late miss!", I say with an annoyed but friendly grin on

my face, pleased to see her.

"Well come on then, 'slow coach", she bosses "Today, were gonna' shop

'till we drop!"

We walk along the icy and snowy road famously known for its outrageous

shops and clubs. People shove past, selfish, intolerant. They strive

to get to their destinations as fast as they can. Very few are

smiling-London is the stress capital at this time of year!

I look around. People are wrapped in thick and warm winter clothes,

making me feel very content and festive.

Striding down Oxford Street, my glow of happiness crumbles into a

mixed feeling of empathy and guilt at the sight of a tramp, begging to

the affluent, dismissive passers by.

All the Christmas spirit has left me as I gaze at the poor young

tramp, tightly clutching on his scraggy old blanket with his dirt...

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...th our heavy

bags, we stop for lunch. Unfortunately, there is no rest for the

wicked, as we scoff our McDonalds.

We rush around like headless chickens as we look through the window of

a café and there and then the devious time starts our countdown. We

have one hour left. We know we have to start thinking about making our

way home, when suddenly, our fashion 'radars' are drawn to a gorgeous,

old, and expensive vintage boutique. We completely dismiss the time

and rummage around, admiring the voluptuous, wispy 1950s dresses and

accessories.

There was no way we could afford these very much desired essentials,

but to prance and parade about in the 'Celebrity Gear' was a great

time out from Oxford Street's manic traffic, unpredictable people and

laughably expensive shops that is ……..

Bedlam at Christmas!

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