Coming out of the coffee shop, Mocha Latte in Mama's hand, banana bread in the Girl's hand, getting on our way-slowly, slowly-
Two men passed us by, said 'Merry Christmas!' and kept on walking. It seemed so ominous-I thought: yeah okay, aren't You full of Christmas cheer. Then I turned around and there was a mysterious bag with poinsettias all over it, tucked in the sled we'd been toting around. Upon inspection, I found it to be filled with chocolates and some crazy crafty-with-a-'K' snowman decoration.
Now, perhaps these men were just in the spirit of Christmas, perhaps they were of the church, good Samaritans, whatever. But, I found it almost intrusive that these people would do such a thing. More so that it was two men gifting a woman and child. Christmas cheer, good chocolate, or not, I still found it intrusive.
You just can't trust anything these days.
Needless to say, the bag got 'lost' along the way. It's a bit sad that it has come to this: there can't be good cheer, even at Christmastime without suspicion.