Woah get out the coats my meteorologist says 85 Friday, 87 Saturday, 86 Sunday.

---- A Cold Christmas Nights Dream.

I was dreaming last night, and it must have been a lie. It was about a long time away. It was cold outside, and a coal stove stood in the dining area. Grandma put some ironing irons and bricks on top of the stove. When they were hot, she wrapped them in work clothes. She sent me to bed and put the irons and bricks in bed with me. Grandpa had taken the battery out of the car and hooked it to his radio. I could hear the Joe Louis and Rocky Marciano fight from my bed. I heard the Friday Night Fights is on the Air and the Gillette parrot squawked look sharp, Feel sharp. be sharp.

  I did not remember who won as I went to sleep, and the coal oil lamps were out or turned very low. On waking there was frost on my pillow, but the irons were still warm. The windmill gonged as the tail shifted directions as the night breeze stirred. I could see a full moon going down and I did not want it to go away. The outhouse was out yonder, way out yonder. Soon the cows would moo and the rooster crow summoning grandma who would summon me to fetch the buckets and meet her at the corral.

M. Mercer