Take out on Xmas day DOES EXIST.......

[Brian37]

Curry Beef, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB and @brianrrs37 on twitter)

Somewhere, elsewhere 
Excited kids, like buzz saws
Rip the wrapping to shreds
Wood chippers with arms and legs

Mom and dad
Aunts and uncles
Grandmothers
And granddads

The spiked egg nog
In the coffee mug
We know what's in there
Don't get too drunk

But what is for
What is in store
For those not into
This old folklore?

The shops are closed
Stale food at the gas station
Grumpy employees
Behind the counter

The scamper to the tarmac
To the rail platform
Get those snow tires on
It's a long drive home

But what is for
What is in store
For those not into
That old folklore

The Grinch is me
I do not see
The needless stress
This season brings

So I happily sit
All alone
Sipping my beer
But have a grumble

A hunger for something
But don't want to bother
With pots or pans
Or what's in my frige

So I put on my hoody
And my sweat pants
Braved the nippy air
Walked to the gas station

You can have
Your Christmas ham
Or your turkey
I'll skip them


The water chestnuts
And green peppers
And the onions
Are my sugar plumbs

And the beef 
To my tastebuds
Like presents under the tree
I dig for them

That antisipation
As she boxes and bags
At the restaurante
The last thing she adds

Are the chopsticks
Obligatory cookie
With a sliver of paper
Written with cliches and lucky numbers

But what a gift
For someone like me
Not into the hype 
Or the stress of the season

Curry beef
You are my Santa
The Chinese joint
Don't know how to thank you