To tired to Finish...

I have three peices below that I hope to finish one day but to show that I have been writing I wanted to psot something:

1)

Have a holly, jolly Christmas;
It's the most exhausting time of the year
I’m  sure there'll be a lot of snow
But before you shovel have a bottle beer

2)

My Santa Story

Through the fog of sleep I can hear the gentel rap rap at a door. It sounds too close and too hollow. I open my eyes and the white of the wall is startling.

“Vicki?” come his voice through the door.

I remember that My boyfriend had picked my sister and I up about 9:00 last night from my Grandmother’s house. It had been another depressing and sickening Thanksgiving. It was a rescue. Now I was waking up in his childhood room in his bed, His mother insisted that he give up his room for me.

“Dan?” I manage to say though I still felt a sort of physical fog.

“Can I come in?”

“Sure.”

I manage to pull my self on to my elbow as he comes in.

He sits on the side of the bed and kisses me on the forehead. “I have to go to work for a bit but My Mom would love your help putting out the Christmas stuff. Drew, Rich and I are all out and she would like to do it with someone.” He says with an apologetic tone.

“That sound like fun, actually. I haven’t gotten to put out Christmas stuff for three years.” I say. He looks surprised. “I’d rather spend the day with you we get so little time together but I’m fine and it is definitely better than being at my grandmothers.”

3)
Standing listen to the chuthnk from the pump and hearin the hiss of liquid into one tube from another waiting for the envetual sound of the level of liquid rising the cold begins to bite through the back of my jeans and through my long under wear.  My hair although not damp feels as though it is freezing on my head and I miss my hat that is sitting on a chair by my diningroom table.


let me know what you think.