The following day is one of mass eating
And drinking, but not this year, nosirree
It’s looking more like I’ll be abstaining
Can’t believe it but actually feeling
Not sad but proud that all I have are snacks
And soft drinks, and I think that I’m going
To bed soon, sober and naturally relaxed
Refreshing change from habits that have grasped
And tightened round my throat for seemingly
Always, always weekends, often middling
Days of the week. Alone but this hard task
Strange dream, utter impossibility
Is real, Christmas is great without drinking!
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