She shit her pants. I think she must have been
in the holiday spirit is what I thought, having
the story related to me on down time.
I've been thinking about the last time, at work,
that I spent a serious holiday in my home and what keeps
coming are stories of empty work days and people.
Thinking back to the days when holidays were
holidays I come forth with silly tales of family
that tend to end with hard earned tears.
If I were to choose
between the two
I would think nothing of it.
Because I have to,
I will take
neither and wake up in a new year. Scattered.
