Christmas Party Observer
Cindy sat at the top of the stairs
Watching the Christmas party.
It was like Daddy said.
As the night wore on, people got gigglier.
Then the arguing started.
Finally, there was pushing and shoving.
Cindy was getting fearful.
Would they take out guns and kill each other next?
Influenced by the evening news, she could not sleep.
She went to her bed and hid under it,
wishing the party was over.
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