Trapped In An Engaging New Year's Eve
It happens every year
Filled with cheer
A holiday when we get together
But it was the weather
Which made us stay in
Bar stocked with vodka and gin
As for the Champaigne
Drinking to success, glitter, and fame
We will open that around the witching hour
Giving the calendar stage and power
Screaming “you do notice me”
“You did pick me up for a dollar fee
When you ran into the department store
Looking for something on the sales floor”
“I was with hanging pictures that were great
Announcing the month and date”
Stating how many more days do we have to wait
To do this all again
Hoping not having to defend
Why we are not traveling in the snow
Not really wanting to go
To that lavish festive bash
Irritating like a rash
Instead, we cozy up by the wintry fire
Quiet not listening to any resolution liars
Instead enjoying the crackling and burn
What was that concern?
About
Going out
And saying “season greeting”
For the final time during this traditional meeting
Deciding to replace it with a whispering message in each other's ear
Already loving the new year
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