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Boxing Day

from Boxing Day by Chain Restaurant

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Dad cuts the turkey,
mom passes the gravy,
grandma makes a racist joke.
We like to think we were
brought together by
more than genetics.
We like to think we’re the special ones.
But we’re just a cosmic joke,
a random assemblage


I thought softly falling snow
was supposed to be calming.
Pathetic fallacy
never felt quite so pathetic.
The flakes keep piling,
we all keep smiling,
as if everything is
as it should be.

The kids run off to play as we sit in silence.
Their parents fix a drink.
The clinking of ice in a tumbler,
that’s what Christmas means to me.

Bing Crosby
dreams of a white Christmas.
I dream of
Boxing Day.

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from Boxing Day, released December 24, 2014
Mason on drums, Matthew on guitar, Craig on bass. Matthew sings.

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