It’s here. The day for which I thought I was prepared.
Now that I’m living in this moment, I’m kind of hoping the end is near.
Ok I bought some gifts and baked a cake; even wore my brand-new Santa hat.
I made up an e-card and sent out some texts, must I really give more effort than that?
Maybe if the weather was a little bit cooler, then I may get more into the spirit,
Look, I know I live on a tropical island but eighty degrees in December is a bit ridic.
Too much family time, too many hugs. I’ll suck it up, but this food better be worth it.
I long to be locked away in silence, with a bottle of Jack Honey. Now that, is my idea be perfect.
Maybe next year I’ll be able to hide my Grinch side a little bit better. Make a mental effort to get closer to the norm.
Who am I kidding? Next year I hope to be on a December vacay, where no one can judge my tequila breakfast on Christmas morn.