Happy Holidays

~tetris

Tetris staggers though the bar door carrying a bag full of unwrapped last minute gifts and collapses onto the sofa by the fireplace. He holds up two fingers to the barman to signal some kind of drink, but no one is entirely sure what kind, and no one dares to ask after he closes his eyes and begins to doze with his zipped up winter jacket hiked up to his waist. His wife will call him in a half hour or two to beckon him home, but as the fire crackles softly next to what appears to be two shots of cherry schnaps, he feels safe and content.

Merry Christmas!