I Cried Listening to Frank Sinatra's Christmas Album in the Car

Noel set me off. Memories, permutations, Eating paper. My mother in her apron. Dad with the black bin bag Ready to bin the now useless wrapping and I thought. As I heard my children screaming, snickering and howling downstairs. What would set them off? Set them off in their driverless car Minor technological switches Urine to wash the British navy's kecks Half an hour rinse After I've joined the dead Thirty years from now.