santos scribes

In the shower this morning I reached for the volumizing shampoo and there you were, clear as Chrismas in my mind. And it would be weird except for it’s December and tomorrow’s the 25th so, you know- you’re around. I decided beneath the steady stream of hot city water and rising subtle steam to sing to you (of all things). First, O Holy Night and then Merry Christmas Darling; the only two songs I’d drop anything to hear this time of year. The only two songs I’d willingly wail from the tops of my lungs in a Christmas Eve shower. To my thrill & contentment, it does the trick; it brings you closer, for a few minutes at least and I can feel you listening there, from the other side.