Piles of sparkly litter are all that remain of the gifts that are never good enough
The bittersweet scents of home saturate overdone hair and deliberately ugly sweaters
Sugar substitutes for joy as we cheat and plan to widen our waistlines
Clenched teeth strain to hold back a cascade of rebuttles
Almost guileless baby blues begin rolling towards the ceiling
Cheeks cramp as they hold their desperate spread
Brace yourselves, the holidays have arrived
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