There's a glorious full moon shining through my window this Christmas morning. It's 3:30 am and I am curious about the people I see going into the 711 store at this time of this particular morning and, of course, the streets are surprisingly busy—mostly with cabs, but also with the sirens and fire engines that are attending to our building.
That is why I am awake. The fire alarm woke everyone in out building and freaked out our pets with hits high-pitched alarm broadcast into every condo.
It's going to be a long day.
Regardless of how divorced I feel from the concept of family and that my childhood Christmases were burnt soufflés, the day brings focus to life. I can understand why two-day-a-year Christians go to church today. As with New Year's, today inspires reflection falling, as it does, at the end of the year. And one looks forward, too, and I like that nature of the day.