If you intend to spend it with family and fiends, exchanging sweaters with Aunt Mildred and socks with Uncle Pete.
The Christmas turkey?
Yeah, that would be nice too, with all the trimmings. Pass the gravey down here.
And, for a change, some good whiskey wouldn't hurt either.
Just hope that Parker doesn't crash the party.
Still out there.
Me, I'll hang out in my swell little dive, heat up some left-over chipped beef hash and pour a bit more rye. Maybe read over the racing forms again.
The ponies running down at Monmouth Racetrack today?
Maybe I'll treat myself to a new carton of Luckys and new fedora.
'Cause as long as he's still coming...
I'll be waiting.
From now on, our troubles will be out of sight....
I know where my troubles are.....
Behind the trigger of a well-oiled gat.
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