Festivus for the rest of us

Spending Christmas Eve watching Sunny in Philadelphia reruns and taking advantage of a fully stocked refrigerator. Life is swell.

Went to the porch to have a thought, got to the door and again I couldn't stop

The days get shorter and the nights get cold

I like the autumn but this place is getting old

I pack up my belongings and I head for the coast

It might not be a lot but I feel like I'm making the most

I like songs about drifters - books about the same

They both seem to make me feel a little less insane

I know that startin' over's not what life's about

But my thoughts were so loud I couldn't hear my mouth

Yep, it's cliche to quote song lyrics. But hey, if I could write poetry this good, I would. But I can't. So get off it.