Christmas in his foster home
was never any fun for Felix.
It was always the same old crap,
do this, do that, do everything,
and wait on the Mr. and the Mrs.
with their pair of nasty, ugly brats.
As he grew older, fifteen or so,
he found a cure for that.
He’d go with Butch and Wawa,
down to the City Park.
They’d put the jack roll
on some poor demented Queen.
It gave them enough to party
all the way past New Year’s.
Felix never got over his problem.
He’s hated Christmas to this very day.