A chubby, stout man is standing in my living room.
He seems to be playing with sort of socks and
he is filling his already huge belly with treats
that I assume he has stolen from my family.
He turns around to see me staring at him with my mouth wide,
and he starts to make a very strange, loud noise.
I don't understand the sound that is coming from his booming voice,
he simply repeats a one-syllabled word.
I turn around and run for my life and wonder
what the heck my parents were talking about
when they told me that I should be excited for a
"special" day.
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