Mariposa

December 25th, 2010:

Merry Christmas.
I can officially declare my joy for this Sacred Holiday, as it is now 1:20am, Christmas morning, and the fat man is makig his legendary trek across the stars as I write. Dropping down chimneys and making good on his commitment to annually rweard children all over the world for "good behavior". But I wonder who is watching over and caring for all the so called "naughty kids" as they sleep? With dreams of nice houses with built in fireplaces, and electronic furnaces to warm them, while they find "room at the Inn" on these hard floors in their sleeping bags. I feel like Ghetto Santa while I sit here keeping watch over the homeless of Chattanooga, my dear friends who live outside.

t-skwerd