The clouds have covered the scene and the rain is faintly falling. There is a wind kicking up causing the temperature to feel cooler than it is. It is Christmas Eve and we have too little time for what we have planned. Now we are scurrying here and there, laying out the last of our money for what must be purchased in order to ensure the Christmas we all think we must have. Will there be time enough or forethought to stop and consider the cause of our hurrying?
People are rushing, shopping, buying, spending, trying to beat the clock. They don't always look happy in their tasks. What is pushing them to and fro? What is loading their faces with such woe? Is this the final result of Christmas?
My body weighs me down. I napped, peacefully, for an hour this afternoon and ignored the bustle. I feel better. Cindy has a headache. Kate has a headache. Serenity is at a premium, but in short supply. We are all trying. In our individual ways. Making memories? Perhaps a collective image. For the younger generation. We are not living for the day. That, at least, is evident. Hustle, hustle, hustle. What will we take from this day and tomorrow and the next?
Silent night. Holy night.
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