Santa

This morning is very quiet, and the train is a sea of blue-brown coldness and people in the pose of mourning or prayer. That pose, though is from reading phones, tablets, books, magazines and a sudoku book.

The only standout is this one older guy in a bright red hoodie, new jeans, and converse shoes. His hair is a mercury color with streaks of white. He is totally undercover Santa.

I know what I want for Christmas, should I tell him?