eagerly anticipating the old fat man with a red suit and white beard, i wake with a start.
what time does he come?
has he taken the goodies ive left him?
i get up to check.
no, he hasn't yet been by.
so, up i get.
i gather up some extras, put on my boots and jacket, and head out to the curb to leave more gifts.
today, the trash collector comes.
my whites in the washing machine
previously:
weather or not - 2006-03-07
My Flight - 2006-03-02
poetree in motion - 2006-02-28
ultimate personality test - 2006-02-25
limerick e-trip - 2006-02-22