To All A Good Night

Lost on Christmas

Eve eve, he threw something down my neck.

I didn't check what it was.

When he says "Trust me,"

I never need to check.

Then he helped me up, and the next thing

I know we were lying naked and it had started to snow.

So I was late for work -

Hungover, dazed, and freezing.

But we still made time to demonstrate how we'll wear it, come the season.

Not a creature stirred.

No mother, no mouse.

But I still tip-toed down the hall and sneaked out of the house.