Da blues.

I've got a case of the holiday blues.

The only solution is...a poem.

I got dumped by an elf on Christmas
It was a very bad year
He had the curly shoes, the bells and the hat
And even two very pointy ears

It was one of those crawls

Where everybody drinks
Dressed like Santa, we all did shots
I thought I had been very good all year
But he had other thoughts.

We partied all night
I was naughty but nice
Dancing and acting a fool.
"It's not working out"
He said with a sneer
Shortly after I'd bought his 15th beer

My eyes teared up
Green mascara ran down my face
As I stood in my hooker Santa gear
"Merry Christmas to all"
He yelled as he drove out of sight.
"And I hope you had a very shitty night!"

Never trust a man who drinks cough syrup
He'll always end up breaking your heart
But that damn elf did me a favor that day
And left me to make a brand new start

I got dumped by an elf on Christmas
It was a very bad year
He had the curly shoes, the bells and the hat
And even two very pointy ears.

EFF CHRISTMAS!

THIS GUY IS NOT MY BUDDY!