Merry Misery Day

Snow is falling gently, like dandruff from the sky. The shops are

all exploding with things I'll never buy. They're screaming in the toy aisle,

from children in a rage. And somewhere in the parking lot, a grandma flips

the page. Oh, God, it's Christmas. Here we go

again. Pretending we all like each other just like back when.

Oh, God, it's Christmas. Jingling all the way.

Deck the halls with stress and debt. It's Merry Misery Day.

My cousin got real drunk again and argued with the wall. My uncle's ranting