My annual xmas shopping?

My annual Xmas shopping?

Two dozen bags later
I trudge wearily through the mall
This Christmas shopping is so tedious
It  is no joy at all

Both arms have lengthened
A yard with the sheer weight
Rollon when I am home again
Inside my garden gate

It surely can’t be a year ago
I was xmas shopping in this place
By how time has passed me by
I have totally lost its trace

This ritual was a doddle to me
When I was twenty five
But ‘heavens above’ my back is agony
“Oh woe is me”, “Man alive”

This mall is so hot & stuffy
Sweat is streaming from my
Pits
Well I hope i am appreciated
I had better be, the little gits ?