I don’t mean wearing them
I mean reading them
Maybe he can’t read clocks
If that’s the case I feel bad.
However I’m sure he’s got a nice digital I could teach him
to read
For me, Christmas isn’t December 25th
Christmas is dead
But one day
Mark will use his watch and turns up at the agreed time
On that day, elves will start singing
Raindeers will cross the sky above my head
And I will be filled with such joy I melt
Like the kid’s snowman I took a blowtorch to because I’m so
bitter about Mark never being on time.
What a glorious day that will be
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