normally i am not one for crowds. they suffocate and irritate me, but on this bright and perfect christmas eve i decided i wanted to be out there, among the flurry of last minute scurrying.
i loved the splashes my boots made in the parking lot at lunds, and all of the squeaky fights for parking spots. the absence of carts as they were all being used, the smells of cheese and pine and smoked meat. i smiled at everyone and everyone smiled back.
christmas eve. home now with a fat ham roasting and a fussy custard firming on the stove. presents are twinkling and creatures are peaking to see if one of those wrapped things might be theirs and of course they will have surprises in the morning too.
merry christmas my friends, my loves, and all of you who are missing, though you may not read this i hope you are knowing magic and love this evening.
peace to you, miracles too.
happy eve!
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