Miss Claire's Psychedelic Lunch Hall Party

It was the height of the great Charlotte acid wave...

There I was, in place called 'Claire's Hall Party.'  Trippy lights flowing to the sound of ba-ba-Bing crooning out Christmas carols. It was a mixed crowd - some young, some old, some straight-laced, some far out.  The placed reeked of burnt popcorn and clove cigarettes - which was weird because no-one was smoking.  I decided to take only half of the acid at first.  But I spilled the rest on the
sleeve of my red Santa Clause coat.