Poem of the past christmas

I love to sleep, but I have never woked up in a good mood in my life

I alway say hallo with a smile

I dont look for excuses for my delays

I do not have TV

I am happy when I give something

I have the thoughts of an old and a child,
but I feel like a man

I often see black, but I love the dim light

I don't wait for Christmas, it happens to me

and with many frustrating attempts
I try to be better

every damn day
that I have to wake up.