Cold, alone on Christmas Day
Alone with my own mind is not as fearful as it once was
Christmas Day, cold and alone at work. The emptiness of blank concrete and steel kept cold with a freezing wind chill could be as depressing as it is uncomfortable. I feel a strange warmth though, comfortable in the face of the harshness of winter.
No one wants to work on Christmas, but the lot fell to me and so it goes. I didn’t care too much this year. I didn’t go to any music or performances of any kind, and to maybe only one lights display. But the holiday spirit — the reason for the season — lives in my heart and mind.
Working the security gate at a large industrial complex. Everyone has gone home. Not likely anyone will show up today. Someone has to be here. I am that someone today. Another pot of coffee, stale Christmas cookies, and Christmas songs quietly in the background.
The emptiness seems endless, but I’m not complaining. The one thing I do want is to be left alone. To just have my thoughts and be at peace. So being cold and alone at work on Christmas is really a good Christmas present. Can’t reasonably hope for more than that.
