up at the liquor
store, near trader joe's.
he's got a grocery cart
full of booze.
he sees me and smiles,
showing the gap
between his teeth.
tis the season, he says.
ho ho ho.
i've never seen him happier.
attendance must be up.
this isn't all for me,
he laughs.
i'm picking up for the whole
gang.
tonight's the annual
christmas party.
you should come,
bring a date if you want.
it's going to be in the small
chapel. we've cleared
out the pews and made
a dance floor.
my cousin Bernadette
will be there. she's still single
by the way.
he winks.
she decided not to be a nun
after all.
so she's back on the market.
she cuts a mean rug.
i think you two would really
hit it off.
casual wear, i ask him.
yes, that's fine.
starts at seven after the last
mass.
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