eggnog and a christmas story
things aren't so bad

(i remember when i would talk like him,
creepething [i credit this word to belle and sebastian] all over the place at night,
waiting for places to puff
waiting for stars to make me feel like god)

what a disheartening christmas eve!!
i spent it alone, throwing money at the television screen
watching the horses race
the man with the french post cards nowhere in sight
so i didn't even have HIM to bail me out
i wonder where my father is
i hope he isn't too stuck