Christmas in July

bouncy, spiky little ditty about getting away with murder. Part of a series I'm working on. I'll post the other one tomorrow if y'all enjoy this one.

It was the day just before Christmas and i was waitless and certain in a New Hampshire hotel room with locked the door and drawn curtains, waiting for you.

There's no such thing as a sure thing. At least I think that's what I've learned. But with time and good behavior, miracles we tried to earn.

And what we wanted, you know we got it. A couple bad kids sneaking onto the good list. So cut your hair off. I sold my gold watch and we could run off with the money in our fists.

I guess someone got my letter. Guess i'm doing what i should. I don't think I could do better because there's nothing half as good.

Let the ac kiss our bare skin. We laid and surveyed the wreckage: sheets strewn round like wrapping paper on the day after Christmas.

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posted by es_de_bah (4 comments total)

listening for the second time now. It's good. post the second one!
posted by dubold at 2:18 PM on September 5, 2013

backed by overwhelming popular demand, Christmas Eve will be up this afternoon. Start frantically updating the gray at 3:05pm Eastern/Standard.
posted by es_de_bah at 7:10 AM on September 6, 2013 [1 favorite]

Start frantically updating the gray at 3:05pm Eastern/Standard

c'mon, c'mon, c'mon!
posted by dubold at 12:52 PM on September 6, 2013 [1 favorite]

OK, i finally put up the other one.
posted by es_de_bah at 10:23 AM on September 9, 2013