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Christmas In The Clink : Christmas Story

written by Poet : Doctor-Write


Its Christmas again and so its drink until you drop and party like tomorrow will never come .  So time to get out all those shot glasses from the cupboard and the flutes, brandy glasses and crystal decanters , for the thing is you never know who might drop in for a drink , after all it is Christmas .

I must remember to leave some stick up notes around the house .

My remember December things like ,

Be aware and watch out for random breath tests .

Or drink but don't drive or drive but don't drink .

Its always good to stay safe because it is the silly season and Santa Clause is coming to town .

I've seen people just like me running around all over town in a daze with shopping bags and trolleys overfilled  as if the world is coning to an end  .

 

Don't you just hate waiting in queues at the checkout .

I've been in long queues with many others buying up all the French champagne as if there was a world wide shortage . I've also snatched cartons of beer and loaded them up unto my shoulder as if I was going off to war for Christmas time .

I think about things like old friends . Wonder where they are and what they're doing these days .

Some Christmases I like to visit  some old relations in nursing homes .

Its always the same in there at this time of year . They have these parties with staff members gently pouring wine into well washed glasses and toasting good health to the residents who are all well over eighty years of age . I think it's a shame when they water down the wine without asking the residents first .

I've seen and tried to avoid all the young people drunk on the streets at night . They're always brawling at Christmas and downing more and more until they spew or collapse on the corner like a sack of spuds . I'm not going to pick them up that's for sure  .

Tonight I'll drink to Christmas time as well like many others in the town .

I'll try to walk the line because that's what you do when you're drunk .

Proving the you are young and free or old and foolish or whatever the case may be .I will celebrate Christmas . The whole world is having a party and I'm going to have some fun .

Here Merry Christmas everyone!

Are you listening everyone , I'm talking to you .

 

At last , its my turn at the checkout .

Its all going on the card . Like everyone else does at this time of year .

Listen to me people . Keep it going because it's the season to be jolly .

I've got a trolley too full of things that I wheeled to the car  .
What a pity I don't regret overspending and getting into debt .

Its Christmas after all .

Off I go in my car to the traffic lights that better stay green or else I'll see red if you know what I mean .

What , oh no , foot down to the floor . Just made it .

Its good to have something there when you need .

I'm going out tonight so don't stop me now lights .

I'm on my way hey , home at last .

Get out of the car and carry everything inside . I hope I don't drop the double Malt . If anything is to fall let it be the beer , I could like with that .

 

Ok now time to get ready I'm hitting the town .'

Oh before I go I'll have to get a few things out for when I get home .

Its always the same if you don't you end up meeting yourself coming out .

So now  , where have I put my hangover cure .

I can't remember because the last time I went for it , I woke up shaking and it was shocking because I  could hardly make it to the bathroom and as I did this funny walk with both my arms outstretched as if I was a zombie in the  house  . I was rocking  and reeling and my head was spinning around .

I had a headache thumping with each sound I made and then I found that hangover cure and put it somewhere safe . Now where was that safe place .

I think it's in where I keep my fine whiskey , That's right in where the hair of the dog is waiting for me for me .Now let me see .

I'm ready to go now , Wish me luck as I wave you goodbye .

Here where am I .

Was I really that drunk last night .

I think I've woke up in a police station which is unusual for me .

There's a lot of people snoring in the cells .

Hey can anybody here me .

That's not Santa's jingle bells I hear . Its the jingle of the jailer and his keys and aren't they the noisiest thing you ever heard .

Is it new Year or Christmas day or has tomorrow not yet come .

I don't know . I'm as mad as hell and can't remember if I was driving or not so I'm not sure if I had a crash or just got innocently picked up on the streets and placed into custody with all these other drunks at this time of year .

The cells are all full and I'm going to have to face the music at some point in time .

What exactly happened last night .

Was the city too quiet and was I too wild . After all it is party time and young ones have a reputation to live up to .

I wonder who hung up all these stockings in the cells .

Probably some police social worker who gets paid to liaison with the trouble makers . That's the way it is today . Its all about an image .

The police want to be known as the good guys .

That's the message that they've been spreading around .

For some reason Christmas can be a time when a lot of damage is done and the police have to do their best . I mean that's the reason I joined the force .

Oh that's right I work here .

Jailer can you let me out now I've got a shift today and I need to go home and get changed .

 

By Doctor Write

Originally Posted On Site: 2009-12-17 05:46:03
Last Login: 05.16.12


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