Lights up

The Christmas lights went up today at the condo. With no help from our maintenance man, who belongs to a religious sect that regards such folly as unholy. “Are you expecting Santa Claus to stop by?” he said. He’s a sweetheart most of the time. Just don’t get him started.

Weird, what religion does to people, and to its quarry – like Jesus for starters. No wonder he had to deconstruct the whole sorry contraption. But that's for another season. Now the lights are up. And my favorite radio station switched to all carols, all the time, two weeks ago. And I switched stations. Somewhere between the annual tinsel storm and religion’s mad parallel universe, there’s a sweetly shining star - there it is... just over the horizon... and straight on til morning.