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Nov 2017
I checked the day
Sometimes they run together.
But today better be my day.
I put the alert on my phone.
It was December.
The time for eggnog.
If milk and ice cream had a baby
Eggnog would be its child.
And I would be the man
Who would adopt it into me.
Don’t judge.
We all have our vices.
Mine just happened to be a drink
That is made of all the things
You eat for breakfast from the fridge.

So I went to the store.
All happy with excitement.
I probably should not be this excited.
But eggnog only comes once a year.
The time of year for holiday trees.
And caroling.
But I did not come for the tree
I did not come to sing
Give me my eggnog.
It is my gift to myself
I arrived at the store.
I just hope that victory is here.
I mean eggnog.

I went into the store.
And looked at the price.
It was 10 dollars
For a thing of eggnog.
I was shocked and confused
This price hurt my feelings.
I thought how dare you.
The milk did not cost that much.
The ice cream you put in a machine.
Why should I sacrifice Hamilton
He was not even a dollar bill
That was a president.
That’s how you know its one of the important ones.
I left in a huff.

I went to a different store.
Hopefully things would be different.
I looked at the price
It was reasonable this time.
But I looked at the name.
Something seemed wrong.
It said Not-Nog.
I said
Maybe too loud for all to hear
If it is Not-Nog then I’m not buying!
I left that store
Strike two.

I thought this is the last store.
They should have eggnog.
I bought eggnog here last year.
I want the streak to continue.
Then I saw an eggnog
Called West Indian eggnog
I said So the eggnog traveled and came back?!
I decided to buy it
And give some to my cousin as a test.
Not all of it
Because I might want to drink some.
I gave it to my cousin.
I told him it was a new Christmas drink
That was all the rage.
He drank some
And by his expression I did not want to drink.
He seemed, too happy.
So I wrapped it and gave it to him as a early Christmas present.
I guess this year I would have to do without eggnog.
At least my cousin was satisfied.
Written by
Michael Kusi  28/M
(28/M)   
978
   Carina
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