thursday love: cure-all

"do you see his house?"

it was ten o'clock at night.
we were driving through the inner harbor,
past the twinkling, light-lined
home-away-from-home of
santa claus.

let's go see him!

"papa and i will take you soon."

now, mama. i wanna go see him.

"we can't baby. he's sleeping."

he wants to wake up.

"no. he is tired. his belly hurts from eating too many cookies."

we'll just give him a big hug. then he'll feel better.