“A bit late for Christmas lights don’t you think?”
It’s 9:00 PM and the Wal-Mart cashier is making friendly conversation. I’ve found my second wind after leaving the house at 4:30, and this is my final stop of the night. I’ve got a cart full of wrapping paper, white lights, two huge bags of cat food, and toys from China and all over the world. The place is packed with people, searching for the shortest line.
“Yeah, I know. You know how it is.”
“Yeah”, he knows.
He’d dropped about nine-hundred dollars on Christmas this year, cause you know, he’s making the big bucks now. We chuckle and the lady behind us cracks a smile. A young mom with a baby and toddler in tow rolls by with a look of kind determination. Crazy as it is, even though we’ve all got places we’d rather be, it’s like there’s no other place we’d rather be, like there’s this seventh sense that we’re all in this together.
The kids and I spend the day unwrapping all the decorations
setting out the nativity scenes, and I’m convinced
there’s such a thing as perfect strangers.