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'Tis the season—deep breath, let's go.
Me and my "roommate" loading the trunk,
Two scarves, one plan, please don't flunk.
We rehearse our lines, keep cool, keep calm,
No calling him "babe" in front of Mom.
Play it straight, play it neat!
Smile like bros, keep light on our feet.
Straight for the holidays, smile and sway,
Trim the truth like the tree today.
Act like pals with matching coats,
High-five hugs and football quotes.
Oh, straight for the holidays—
It's chaos in cliché!
But I love them all the same,
Just playin' the game.
Dad's got beer, Mom plates pie,
Uncle: "Found a girl yet, guy?"
I say, "We're—he's—busy with work,"
Then talk about trucks with a confident smirk.
Hmm?
Huge tires. So many… tires.
Straight for the holidays, do what we must,
Two gay elves dusted in sawdust.
Smile for photos, watch your stance,
No matching sweaters—not by chance!
Oh, straight for the holidays,
A gingerbread charade!
But under this mistletoe glow,
They still don't know.
I almost said "our anniversary" — I cough, "our… team's victory!"
Almost said "our couch at home"— "their couch" (nailed it! keep it breezy).
Called him "honey" in the kitchen—Mom blinked—"uh… honey-glazed ham! Delicious!"
Then I praised a wrench set loudly—overzealous, suspicious.
Get a grip, get a grin!
Switch to weather, talk "the win."
Gifts unwrapped, the noise winds down,
Snow taps soft on the sleepy town.
Mom squeezes my shoulder, eyes say "see?"
"You look happy—that's enough for me."
Maybe they know…
Straight for the holidays—what can I say?
We love, we laugh, in our own way.
It's frantic, funny, sometimes fake,
But it's Christmas, for heaven's sake!
Straight for the holidays—yeah, that's true,
Next year, who knows… I might bring *you*.