That wonderful time of year
when lights bright explode
out from the background
of every house and street
offering a joyful eyeful
some even dare to put Santa on their rooftops
others too smart to get up there
leaving them on the fake snow
on the front porch
hoping the next door neighbor’s dog
doesn’t leave a present?
trees a glow with colours
offerings of joy and Christmas spirit
(and not vodka unfortunately)
so what happens
if you really can't stand your in-laws?
where the fuck does one go on Christmas day?
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Author:
Teddy.15 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: It's my satire muse, she's a bitch. 🤣
- Category: Humor
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- Users favorite of this poem: sorenbarrett, Tristan Robert Lange, Cassie58
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One goes to one's favourite restaurant for a glorious Christmas Day repast Teddy.
Andy
Lucky you! 🤣 Here they have very strange menus on Christmas day I do miss that British pub and restaurant menu dearest Andy. Thank you 🎄🎁 ps you have my beloved Saxon Crow lucky you... ❤️
Humor in a message all too true. We all long for closeness, but too much closeness by too many for too much time is unbearable. Made me smile again which deserves a Fav
Awe, so very kind dearest sorrenbarret you said it very well, it's supposed to be very jolly but it's just not always the case, glad I put a smile upon your face dear friend, ps don't tell my mother-in-law ok! 🤣
Christmas Day is quite a different sort of hangover, dusted with cinnamon and peppered with peppermint candy cane. Strange feeling to be half awake and waking still to the aftermath of Eve’s past celebrations.
Oh gosh you just reminded me of Christmas eve too. lol 🤣 thank you dear arqios 🌹
Yup, not to forget! 😊👍🏻
Gggggrrrrrr
Oh, dear Teddy, this really did make me laugh! Hard! 🤣 To start, I was thinking where is the drinking...the pissing? LOL! Then I got to "hoping the next door neighbor’s dog doesn’t leave a present?" There's the piss, or is it? 💩 And then I got to "(and not vodka unfortunately)" and thought...doh..they opened the wrong spirit! 🤣 But the ending question, my dearest friend, there in lies the brilliant punch-line! And it's fucking (oops) true? LOL! I actually get along with my in-laws well...almost all of them. 🤣 And, having read your request to our dear friend Soren, no worries...your secret is safe with me! 🤐🤪
I'm a bit Bridget Jones at Christmas, dear Tristan, so the pissmas comes from my London slang which is to get pissed which means to get drunk. Then I used instead of Christmas I chose to use pissmas you can't blame me it's my muse 🤣 I really miss home this time of the year and I really love Christmas too, ps don't tell anyone who is in my family about these scribbles. LOL 😆 thank you so much for your curiosity 🤣🤣🤣🤣
You're secret is safe with me. So, if I gather correctly, you are originally from London, but now live in Florence? Regardless, I definitely figured what pissmas might be...it sounds exactly like one drank too much egg nog and wassail at Christmas time...before hitting the rum and ale! LOL! 😂🤣 Thank you Teddy for your humor and for humoring this silly American and his questions.❤️🙏
Yes I'm a Londoner in Florence almost half my life here, and thank you dear Tristan for taking the time to get to know me. 🌹
You’re welcome, Teddy! It’s a joy to get to know you, my friend! ☺️❤️
Can you imagine Christmas without booze? Of course not😂 As much as I enjoy Christmas Teddy, there are always one or two people that can make you top your glass up to keep your blood pressure down. This is such a fun write. Love your satirical muse here dear poet fantastique🌹
Oh this just made me laugh so much dear Cassie, I am indeed that person who will fill up your glass and being in Italy it really is frowned upon lol but I do it regardless because I'm bloody British 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🇬🇧💙❣️😂
A fine write, Teddy. With enough wine all things are bearable. Just think of the great material you will get.
But won't remember lol 😂
Lol. Hysterical. Great work, sweet Teddy. I used to drink a lot. (to cope with in laws and everything else.) lol
Didn't we all dear Thomas. 🤣 🌹 Thank you my dear friend. 🎄
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