We have lemony crystals jumping out of packets
Dancing to the sound of stirring on round walls
Music floating from flooded basements
From the boxes filled with ornaments and Christmas garland
We have laminate smacking to the beat of stomping feet
Guided onward by speakered music
Permeated by the stench of collard greens
And cinnamon rolls in the morning
Apple cider and steeped tea at night
As we laugh at Big Bang theory
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