Trapped In An Engaging New Year's Eve

It happens every year Filled with cheer A holiday when we get together But it was the weather Which made us stay in Bar stocked with vodka and gin As for the Champaigne Drinking to success, glitter, and fame We will open that around the witching hour Giving the calendar stage and power Screaming “you do notice me” “You did pick me up for a dollar fee When you ran into the department store Looking for something on the sales floor” “I was with hanging pictures that were great Announcing the month and date” Stating how many more days do we have to wait To do this all again Hoping not having to defend Why we are not traveling in the snow Not really wanting to go To that lavish festive bash Irritating like a rash Instead, we cozy up by the wintry fire Quiet not listening to any resolution liars Instead enjoying the crackling and burn What was that concern? About Going out And saying “season greeting” For the final time during this traditional meeting Deciding to replace it with a whispering message in each other's ear Already loving the new year