I could decorate the house to look pretty for Christmas,
The tree is artificial but it will be okay.
I’ll spray fake snow on the window panes,
And invent a host of recipes to eat on the day.
Those false lashes will make my eyes look bigger
And I’ll buy some L’Oreal so I can dye my hair.
My simulated leather and faux fur boots,
They’ll look as real as the ones in Vanity Fair.
Maybe after lunch, I’ll say I played charades,
Imitating actors and guessing films unknown.
Since Christmas is a pantomime for dressing and pretending,
I doubt anyone will guess that I’ll spend the day alone.
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