Merry Christmas

To The Lady on the Train,

It is early Christmas morning; cold, quiet, and still.  The houses up and down the street  are silent with darkened windows though they are outlined with strings of coloured lights which brighten the snow covered lawns.  It’s the magic hour when the world holds its breath, heads still on pillows, waiting for them to slowly rise one by one.

And they shall wake on this Christmas morning. Children in frantic anticipation and excitement with their high pitched voices waking their parents. Others will wake more slowly and drink coffee under dimmed lamps, warming to the day ahead. There will be hugs and kisses and gifts exchanged; and Santa will have visited. And it will be magic. 

I hope that when you wake on this morning that you find fulfilled the wishes you didn’t even know you made. I hope you find magic. 

Merry Christmas 

The Man in the Station