Old Man Thinking During The Holidays In Front Of A Glaring TV Set

But the countryside is dark.
Everyone must be at Oscar's house.
Oscar has the biggest house
for miles. I slow down near Joan's mailbox
and hope she's still home.
The kitchen windows glow.
She's probably at the stove
stirring apple cider
with cinnamon sticks.
Joan makes the best apple cider.
I go in the door without knocking.
We'll make love on the living room rug,
then head over to Oscar's house
and eat some pecan pie
with everyone else.