Ho Ho Ho, Through Crack's  In The Snow

Dam dirty pint    
something didn't taste right    
i guess i was staggering home    
past the fences and gates    
past infinite gardens and gnomes.    
   
As the snow takes me    
my body become numb    
the sound of mariah careys    
no 1 festive ear-fuck    
"all i want for Xmas is poo"    
is still ringing in my ears.    
I succumb to the feelings    
of Xmas dread    
snug in my "Marcus" shaped hole    
in the ice.    
i just want to go home    
that would be nice.    
   
Fantastic light and shapes    
steal my attention    
i seep through    
cracks in the snow    
i could resist    
but i want to go.    
   
I awake on my bean bag    
in the kitchen    
snug with my    
trusty trench coat    
acting as a blanket.    
A small hand touches    
my forehead  
i open my eyes to see  
two young eyes and a  
and a Thomas the tank engine
breakfast bowl  
thrust in my hand  
"Breakfast now daddy, breakfast"  
i smile "home sweet home"    
I am a Chris Rea motherfucker  
in that bloody "coming home for Christmas"  
song that Ive heard at least  
33 times in the last 24 hours.  
But i don't remember arriving here  
how was this possible?    
the logical conclusion    
must be that i somehow walked    
the 3 miles home    
operating on some sort    
of higher, primal instinct.    
but who cares, I'm home    
for Christmas right?    
   
Once again i seep    
through cracks in the ice    
cracks in space and time    
through microscopic wormholes  
and splinters of the mind's eyes  
through muddled words    
and broken rhymes    
and once again i awake    
in a "Marcus" shaped imprint    
by the roadside    
its Baltic out here.  
Snow buzzes around me    
like a thousand angry bees    
which is the dream?    
is this the dream or this reality?    
but here is the strange thing    
dear reader this hole i woke    
in is 3 miles away from where    
i started.
what the fuck?    
   
Where did i go?    
or did i indeed fall thorough    
drunken crack's in the snow?