a walk down to the mailbox
to gather
up
all of my holiday party invitations.
but once
again,
the box is empty except
for a coupon
on butterball turkeys
at the local Kroger's.
but not to worry, there's still
time.
i have my red sweater
laid out on the bed in the guest room
with a pair
of brown corduroy pants.
i've practiced a few stories
and jokes
to tell when mingling
in the crowd of party goers.
i stand at the mirror
and mumble
some small talk
while sipping on a tumbler
of egg nogg spiked
with Jack Daniels,
i'm preparing my body for what's
to come next.
saying things like,
Merry Christmas,
Happy New Year, it's a pleasure
to meet you.
how about this weather we're having?
i'm ready.
dammit.
any day now,
the invites will arrive.

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