
Day eleven: Frozen solids. Zero degree temperature, his balls point pen has frozen up wither, again. And yet up again some more is the door to the very same one, you know, the pen is what we are here talking about, right? The one which he had planned on leaving in his will and...

The Shirt depot is a grown-up Christmas story for the little child in you, and yes, in me too. Told in wry humor, metaphoric terms, and a feeble attempt at poetry. With snippets of Jamaican Patois inserted here and there throughout, as may be found fitting. Yes, man, Jamaica...