Dear Rain

Last Christmas, wandering around Waitrose whilst blinded and despirited by the eternal death of the phosperence and lost in aisles so endlessly unending, I came across two reindeer glasses. I'd just moved into my flat and surviving on three forks and an old bowl which I think used to be an ashtray. I picked up the glasses and turned them in my hand, feeling warmer even as I stood there. I put them in my hand basket and paid at the till. For a month I drank from them, each sip making me feel a little more at home in my new surroundings. And then one day, whilst washing up, I dropped one in the sink. It cracked down the the side and my heart sank. I stood there a while before I turned the tap off. Without another thought I put on my boots and went to back to the store. They had one left and I bought it without hesitation. Now I still feel that glow everytime I use them, but at this time of year, I'm a lot more careful when I wash them.