Sometimes a couple of words get stuck in my head and I end up saying them over and over again for hours and hours on end.
I think it’s Christmas today. But maybe it was yesterday. Or tomorrow. I’ll try to celebrate all three.
Yesterday, instead of a placing a simple mark on the wall I scratched a snowman. Today a star. Tomorrow, if I still have my head, a Christmas tree.
I can hear my jailers coming. I doubt they’re bringing mince pies.
Nativity captivity, nativity captivity, nativity captivity.