Merry Christmas, they said

It was thrust at me in a weird way

There wasn’t even tissue paper in the bag

Like a last-minute project

Or something you really didn’t even want to do

But felt obligated to

I didn’t even ask for anything

So why do I feel weird accepting this gift

It’s from that store, they said

The one I’ve never set foot in

But it’s apparently my favorite

Do you like it, they asked

I have to be up front

I will never wear this

And be forced to make up excuses as to why you will never see it

I think it’s kind of insulting actually

It’s not like we just met

It’s perfect, I lied

You probably think I’m ungrateful

But next year, cash is fine