Taking the bag of small boxes in one hand
Opening the door with the other
I stepped outside to the frozen suburbs
Step by step
Closer and closer to the destination
The cold sapping my energy with every step
Seeing the old house gave me relief
I opened the door to many different feelings
The stinging pain in my ears and the overjoy of being warm
In the living room by a fireplace sat the old man
As I walked up to him he smiled as I gave him the box
To my surprise it was empty
With a wide grin on his face
He said “goodbye”
So I went back outside to the snowy wasteland
Finding myself smiling
As I went to the next house
Delivering the next box