A mass
suicide of raindrops,
They fell
from the sky to the floor.
Inside the
house is a draught,
No water’s
running – DING DONG! – “go get the door!”
His hands
held,
While the
rain pelt,
Under his absent
belt,
Giant hammers
and tool boxes.
What a
bonanza!
What a
bang!
What a boy!
What – he’s
back!
He got the
water a-running again,
As how we
turn them taps.
My mom
decided to call in people to replace the 20+ year old cupboards, sink, stove
and kitchen counter from our kitchen. Dismantling work started this morning.
For a short period of time the water supply was cut off as the sink was being
hacked off the wall. Hence the poem above which doesn’t make much sense. The
whole renovation (is this considered renovation?) would take about 3 weeks. Which
translates to a massively messy house for Christmas.
But meanwhile, let's remember that Christmas is not just about decorations or presents or feasting. It's actually kinda sad how Christmas has become so commercialised...