It was the middle of summer
At a sidewalk cafe
He was wearing a dirty undershirt
And red corduroy pants
With a tattoo of reindeer
candy canes and mistletoe
all across his arms
When I asked him his name
He snarked, "St. Nick,
Blow me"
And as he saw my shock
He added
"I don't work over the summer
So buy me some schnitzel
Or keep walking, dumbass"
This experience
So very brief
has coloured my thoughts of christmas
Whenever I get a gift
I don't think of love
Or charity
Or the beauty of humankind.
I think of that aggressive dirty douche bag
and I'm not so sure of anything anymore.
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