they're having another Christmas
party.
I groan.
oh no.
what to wear, what to bring,
who to bring.
what if it snows
and i'm stuck there.
will there be chit chat.
small talk.
a lot of blabbing, if so,
I might need
to start drinking, now.
a week early.
i'm sure the usual suspects
will arrive
with scalloped potatoes,
rum cakes
and mince meat pies.
I got nothing. maybe i'll
bring a duck.
I just hit one the other
day
on the road,
he's recuperating in my
bathtub.
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