Christmas Poem

Look, all the presents were great.

I don’t think I’ve eaten so much

All year either.

Because, let’s face it;

Mom’s cooking is the best kind.

And cheesecake is for

Super special occasions only.

But it’s the quiet moments,

The mostly free ones:

Drunk and watching Game of Thrones

At 3am, cheering when our favorite

Little bastard waltzed onto the screen;

Parents laughing with, and not at

As I bawled watching the

Doctor regenerate.

That’s Christmas.

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