Christmas Eve with Chuck Baudelaire (and Tacocat)
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house
Tacocat was cavorting with his favorite stuffed mouse.
No stockings were hung by the chimney with care
Because in my apartment there's no fireplace there.
The children weren't nestled - I've only the one,
And she's flown the coop, her new life has begun.
And I in my jammies - but not the cat, bless him,
I'm not risking sharp claws in my flesh just to dress him.
Then out on the street, I heard sirens wail -
Another drunk driver being taken to jail.
As I looked out and saw flashing red and blue lights,
I hoped all would make it home safely that night.
And when it got quiet, with nothing to see,
I turned my attention to what was on TV.
The usual suspects - Rudolph and the Grinch.
They were fictional, but hey, they would do in a pinch.
I poured me a cocktail and drank it down quick.
I poured me another - that should do the trick.
Then I made a toast to the ones that weren't here
And I thought of their names, and I wished them good cheer.
On Mom & Dad, Sis & Bro, Precocious Daughter,
On dear Southside Shelly, living next to the water,
On Allie Cat, Christopher, Miss Othmar, and Smee,
On Chris and BekS (with her college degree!),
On Pablo, and of course, on Bestest Friend,
And Drummer Boy, too (though all good things must end).
I wish you all love and a nice Christmas Day -
Then the cat snagged my sleeve and insisted we play.
This year I'm alone in this holiday season
Yet I'm content, for no particular reason
Except that next year will be better, I think -
Merry Christmas to all,
Imma have another drink.
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