I picked up my things and took off. I left the Santa gear in
the secret room, walked up the stairs from the parking
garage to the Old Student House and through the
underground tunnels to Forum and from there to Yrjönkatu
Street. I rode to the Hotel Torni’s Ateljee Bar and ordered
tequila-spiked cocoa. I watched the snow blowing in over
the sea from the southeast, and I savored Santa’s kiss, still
on my lips.