Shadows
Most nights a man comes alone with his folding chair and his pipe. He walks to the end of the dock even if people are out there fishing, He unfolds his chair, lights his pioe and watches the end of the day. He is an older gentleman, kind as can be and always has a little chuckle at the end of his sentenance. I am not saying he is Santa... But I didn't see him Christmas Eve.
Shadows
Most nights a man comes alone with his folding chair and his pipe. He walks to the end of the dock even if people are out there fishing, He unfolds his chair, lights his pioe and watches the end of the day. He is an older gentleman, kind as can be and always has a little chuckle at the end of his sentenance. I am not saying he is Santa... But I didn't see him Christmas Eve.