Thanks for the comments, guys. It stems from my days in London, when I used to come home to visit the folks. I'd leave work with my ruck sack, battle the rush hour tube, race-walk along the platform at St Pancras station and settle in my spot to hide behind a book or lean my head against the window, emerging 200 miles later in my home town after dark.
Good luck as Santa., Alan. My daughters had a letter from the real one today – his spelling is atrocious.
When I came to the last line … all of a sudden the vast expanse of night sky opened up everything….I could feel the crisp cold air and felt like pulling my coat a little tighter against it. I enjoyed this haiku very much!
Glad to hear Alan's playing Santa! Have a happy holiday, Alan. Merrill