The
morning arose, and we crawled from our beds
Though I
was 3 hours earlier, as the plan had said,
Ready
with tea, to share in this tradition that Christmas bred.
But alas,
I would find that the timelines didnt intertwine,
They had
forgotten our arrangement and I was far behind.
To sleep
they suggested, that I happily return
And to to
hell I offered them, where all time can burn