CHRISTMAS DAYZ.

Christmas Dayz

I am past thirty and the days are getting longer, colder,

more bitter. I find myself looking into the flames of the fire

place and dreaming of white Christmas, just like the ones

you used to know and all that rubbish. I wish I could

see Santa. I wish I could get a dog for Christmas and

walk him every day and feed him dog cookies like I used

to do with Ruff, my little dog from long ago. I miss him

now, him who is in Heaven, running with all the other dogs

that had passed on, running forever, his little legs carrying

him as far as he wanted to go, which wasn't very far,

or maybe further, I couldn't speak dog language then and I

can't speak it now. Very little I wanted for Christmas,

maybe just one package. And then I will be happy.