the four of us comfy with scotch in our cups
We waited and waited
for black santa to come
and grant us some goodies
for long winter fun
We gathered 'round the tree to share in our thrift
To score useful items, and then to regift
and the sentiments inside on me were not lost
I then passed to Jerome love through anime
with a handmade flipbook of childhood play
We jammed on ukuleles and laughed as we danced
and Todd learned he was "super" with one fluid glance
and a night to remember
for Christmas with friends
gets as toasty as ember
And even though our families
were far, far away
between skype and long-opened gifts, in our hearts they did stay
On that cold night,
we in a holiday cuddle
drifted off to dreamland, our thoughts all a-muddle
And when morning came, we awoke not in clover
For Santa had brought us each a Christmas hangover
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