Merry Christmas, Santa


On Christmas Eve

I awake early to the sound of cans and bottles tinkling

it is still dark,

but just outside our fence

where I have put the garbage for today’s pickup,

you grasp and feel

sensitive to a bottle or can thrown away.

I watch you move onto my neighbour’s garbage

with your bag of empties thrown over your shoulder

like a dark outline

of an early Santa Claus.