It was the night before,
Christmas in negative,
Panic buying,
Drunkenness,
Expectations.
Except lights will sparkle
For the few,
We’re buying pasta
Baked beans and toilet roll
Not chocolate and booze
There will be no
Overheated living rooms
Full of too many aunties
And forgotten uncles,
Just us holed up with our thoughts.
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