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.