Christmas

I hear the sound of bells going down to my heart I see Santa Claus on the roof top I hear Santa eating the cookies near my pink room. I also hear the sound of when he drink the milk in my house the next day I my gifts when I find them. I hear the sound of the rapping paper taring down and I know I need to what one more years to hear the magic bell sing in my ear on and on.

Mist

I can see the mist rising and closer and closer to me it looks like a heavy glass of mystery. The cactus are wet and so is my doorway. I can also smell the free air reaching to grab me up and up to the white heavy sky that is hard to find now I can see the city light in San Francisco. The sun is rising and so am, I say good bye to the white heavy mist of magic.