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it's that time again.
huddled in the living room, a fire blazing, cookies in hand.
convincing others to smile as we gift and re-gift.
mimosas and candles that bleed.
now you're excused, run back to the safety of your room.
avoid eye contact and hope that nobody takes the cookie you wanted.

nah nah nah nah nah.

i want to go see sherlock holmes with my jewish friends.