this feeling we can't let out; so put your fingers to your lips.

[cypressbrandy]

a rush to try out all those festive food and drink,
devil's curry (the indian way), cranberry turkey, peppermint and gingerbread.
lots of candy and chocolate and flapjacks (and diabetes runs in my family)
clandestine nights, indie films, a truckload of novels and new albums.

you'd want to stay through a season like this.
oddly, i'm having this desperate need to get out.
also, all i've been thinking about these past few hours are drinks.

this week, christmas and the new year.
sinful food, forbidden liquids.
i'd be drenched in these.
a serotonin high.

and wait, caffeine too. 
for the first time in a long while, i've got a deadline to meet.
(this could be the grinch that steals my christmas this year, but we'll see).