A Whisper Woke Me Up

The last good day of the year...a whisper woke me up. I looked outside, the solitude and calmness of it all. In a matter of moments it's 1st January 2003, a turning point...a millenium crisis that came too late. I walked outside in the frozen garden listening to the fading sound of my cell phone from up above and nothing else for miles...No more sounds of cracking bottles, nor any hysterical laughs...Everybody's sleeping now, the dawn breaks, it's cold. My cell phone finally gives up...and right before I head back home I see a young boy with Santa's hood on his head pissing the front door of the house right across the street.