A 10-piece bucket of extra-crispy KFC
And red Kool-Aid in a Dixie cup. At five
It was carrots for the reindeer,
A Slim-Fast for Santa,
After reading about congenital heart failure.
At nine I left eggnog and waffles, afraid
Of being different, but at twelve
It was a fifth of Gentleman Jack and a half-eaten
Stick of beef jerky.
Every Christmas morning I found the coffee table
Strewn with crumbs, watermarks, a note
Greasy with fingerprints.
Each year I read the note on the bathroom floor and cried
Because Santa watched me grow up
And didn't do a damn thing
To stop it.
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