A fifteen inch
mahogany table
dressed with Christmas knickknacks,
an ashtray stationary on the left corner,
a coffee mug filled to the brim nearby
as the occupant lounges on the couch,
pajama bottoms, dress shirt
and a loose tie;
from Christmas lights reflected thru his living room window 
from a neighboring estate,
in the dim room a tear spots his eye -

another lonely Christmas,
once again refraining from attending the invite
because he doesn't want to spoil the party,
once hearty
he finds it necessary to be alone
hoping a lost love will ring the phone.

A spike, syringe, good drink, a cigarette 
to compliment the binge,
a nod for the cheerful, soulful Christmas classics
who's intros awaken his stupor
bringing back the thought
to go ahead and call the local Uber,
a runny nose and slob stains 
reminiscing of snowy family holidays
that've found him sorrowful
for times that've changed in between,
holiday blooper.