Stupid old man does stupid old thing,

And now I sort of feel sorry for him.

I did not expect that.
(I'm sure it will pass.)

He's cruising down denial.

Because it's always someone else's fault.
Always.

Turkeys.

Far enough away to not be too detailed.
Close enough to not be a single color.

Because it's Christmas, and this is fun.

We must be nearing the end of this tale.

People are starting to leave.
(And I don't think they're all trying to beat the traffic :).)

So let me get this straight,

It's everyone's fault but yours?
My dear man, you are delusional.
Very, very delusional.
And that is why I love you.
And hate you.
(We have a very complicated relationship, you and I.)

He's a fool,

And he deserves everything he's going to get.
Because he's about to do something stupid.
And I can't wait.