The whole club's in a yellow, mellow mood.
Reindeer rattle through rhythms
while Frosty glides on sled strings.
Chestnuts pop in syncopated patterns
while gingerbread men take the stage.
Hot chocolate spirits blur the room
and eggnog ghosts stain the tables.
The Christmas Boogie hops inside
with a jolt of snow and sugar.
The whole place is mistletoe madness
and holly highs
until Ol' Saint Nick
says goodbye.
At parties I sit quiet and calculate my words
I avoid the eyes of guys and stare at my phone.
After all that hiding,
dissatisfaction feels like heartburn,
crying over a simple email
the lasts build a lump in my throat
last time beaming onstage
signing yearbooks
wearing a stiff blue skirt
One girl’s lanky frame against the dark turf field,
lit up by fluorescent lights
She saunters toward the building
holding another girl’s hand
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