fishy fishes

I woke up this mornin’ quite late…well, who cares?! and…as I was taking in the curtain filtered sun rays, I was thinkin’ to meself…when was St. Nicholas supposed to be…did I use to find the goodies on the mornin’ of the 6th or did he come between the 6th and the 7th? hmm…course I realised it was on the mornin’ of the 6th. oh! this mornin’…well…another thing that’s to go by into cavernous memory land and rot there till dust obstrudes it permanently. plus I’m fairy old now to be expectin’ St. Nick, eh? so I got up. Not a step into the hallway, I saw my boots (their usual place, had been there all week) and to my quite considerable surprise, there were goodies! I couldn’t believe my dad thought of that. this has always been my mom’s job…I mean I don’t think less of my dad cuz he’s very kind but…I know he don’t really think about such things…huh! in my face!! cuz he did. and wow, my dad knew how to buy sweets! it ain’t much but…it kinda shook…I need to tryyyy and be nicer to him cuz this was…a pretty big thing right now, considering…so that’s what they mean by nice surprises…that’s what it feels like..must have forgotten lately. yeah, that was…interestin’…