Woke up in the old town in an old house off the market square,
I had dreamt so many times of being there and who can say this was not  another dream?

but the coffee tasted real and the sofa felt so comfy that I thought, even if this is a dream this dream will suit me.

Tick Tock
and the clock chimed five.

Santa's going to have a problem coming down the chimney unless he's lost a lot of weight,
it'll be like the Krypton factor or the Crystal maze,
Christmas day's such fun
for mostly almost everyone.

Is it time yet?
is he here?
can I drink that cup
of Christmas?
no
not the beer dear
the other one
that lemonade looks
even better.

Oh wait,
that didn't rhyme
but
now is not the time
for a post mortem
on a poetry post.

and now I'm just rambling
so I must be awake and this
can't be a dream.