Terrible Poetry

[22:39] <Agentimoline> "Evelyn, we shouldn't be seeing each other on Christmas Eve."
[22:39] <Agentimoline> "To hell with it, Peter! Just come over and give me some company."
[22:39] <Agentimoline> "But your husband... and your kids, won't they be home?"
[22:39] <Agentimoline> "I have the kids this christmas. Bill's on a business trip. It's been hell, trying to explain to the kids why Daddy won't be here this Christmas. I need a release, Peter, please!"
[22:39] <Agentimoline> "But the kids. Won't they tell your husband?"
[22:39] <Agentimoline> "Bill can go to hell. Look - look, just dress like Santa Claus, all right? And come by late at night, when the kids have gone to bed. If they see you I'll just tell them that Santa isn't real."
[22:39] <Agentimoline> "I hope you're doing the right thing, Evelyn."
[22:39] <Agentimoline> "What are they going to do, write a fucking song about it?"
[22:40] <Agentimoline> ^ my imagination when i hear "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus"
[22:41] <Celti> Your imagination is a fascinating place, Agen
[22:41] <Celti> And I do mean that as a sincere compliment