My Love For Christmas Parties At Work

She handed me a shandygaff which I took to right away. Oh, me, oh, my, I was soon drunker than a tipsy sailor, And singing better than I had for years. Songs were coming Out of me the way leaves come off a tree in the fall, only louder. I was terrific at “Old Dan Tucker,” Fantastic at “My Country Tis of Thee”, And my “Over the Rainbow” was a contender For the Judy Garland prize of the century. I was amazing! I was amusing! My whit was hilarious, I was more fabulous than I had ever been in my life, For two seconds, but then I dropped, and fell asleep on the floor. There was a hush for a second as people stared. My husband carried me home. I dreamed of my glory for hours. My singing prowess! My keen sense of humor. I had shown them! Having no idea that eight people I work with Had spiked my drink “thinking it would be funny”. And amusing? Luckily, two sips put me down before I died of alcohol poisoning. I was out for eleven hours, because I do not usually drink. So thanks co-workers, for helping me miss the entire Stupid Christmas party. Back next year? What would be the point?