2.30AM

Awoke to a loud racket.

Hootin’, hollarin’, snortin’.

Stumbled down the stairs.

Threw open the entry door.

From the living room, “Bark, bark, bark.” (Now he barks.)

Burros.

I took a picture.










Back to sleep.

Bruce

G rated version: Hey kids, it was Santa Claus! Delivering late presents in the GFD.