Tacky

I told her,
"I don't do tacky."
She looked at me with
a sense of shock
with a little bit of confusion
mixed in.  I guess she
couldn't understand how
I could say such a thing.
Everyone got the memo
about the fun and frolicky event of
the office wearing their Christmas worst
and she was willing to participate
with her "tacky"
snowman-and-Santa sweater.
The merry tribe of men and women
took pride in what they pulled
from the back of the closet to
wear in front of each other,
even taking pictures of
this awful array of attire.
But for me,
I don't do "tacky".
It's not part of my wardrobe
or my vocabulary.
They can keep that tradition.
I'm going to look good
during the holidays.