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Facedown At Christmas

Facedown At Christmas

Buzz Fisher


It’s Christmas morn

again this year.

My stocking is stuffed

with Vodka and beer.


I went to celebrate

at the bar last night.

Got a little rowdy

and ended up in a fight.


The cops let me out

a couple hours ago.

I fell on my ass

outside in the snow.


The old lady’s asleep

and the kids are too.

they’re dreaming of Santa

and all the toys that are new.


I stumbled through the door

right into the tree.

Facedown at Christmas -

Santa, Rudolph and me.


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