I took (can't help but

I took (can't help but think of Hobbits when
I say that word) E, A, and C to Christmas shop a bit last night. We were
listening to Celtic music on NPR on the way. It was chilly outside and warm
inside with legends and stories of big men fighting small wars. I love to see
the children choosing Christmas presents for one another, digging into their
fattened wallets, untouched by governments and debtors. They cautiously count
out the ones and pennies for the cashier. Most people behind the counter seem
rather pleased to see someone happy to give up their savings. I worked retail in
college and know that there are more Scrooge's forced out during Christmas than
we want to believe: those who complain about their backs, their feet, the cost,
the lack of proper service, not enough bathrooms, anything that can be negated.
It was so pleasant to have someone smile while paying and wish me a Merry
Christmas. Smile and say Merry Christmas and make someone's day.