home alone in reality.
Let's replace those holiday sweaters with pajama pants and camisoles.
I'll watch Paid Programming, Christmas specials are old school.
If I opened my eyes today, and yelled 'It's Christmas',
I wouldn't even hear a reply.
Egg Nog depresses me, I'll drink Pepsi, & cereal without milk would be alright.
I'm pretty sure you're installing a furnace or propane tank at 'Loner Rich Guy's house today.
Let's sleep in...There isn't anything to wake up to, anyway...
I don't care if this has no passion, rhythm, or flow.
It's Christmas. A time to be lazy, right? Time to sit at home, alone.
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