The Stranger
The Stranger
At Christmas time there was a man who looked so out of place, as people who rushed about him at a hurried sort of pace. He stared at all the Christmas lights, the tinsel everywhere, The shopping center, Santa Claus, with children gathered near.
The Mall was packed with shoppers who were going to and fro, some with smiles and some with frowns and some too tired to go. They rested on the benches or they hurried on their way, to fight the crowd for purchases to carry home that day.
The music from a stereo was playing loud and clear of Santa Claus, and snow men, and a funny-nosed reindeer. He heard the people talk about the good times on the way, of parties, fun, and food galore, and gifts exchanged that day.
"I'd like to know what's going on," the man was heard to say, "There seems to be some sort of celebration on the way. "And would you tell me who this is, all dressed in red and white? And why are children asking him about a special night"? (...)
The Mall was packed with shoppers who were going to and fro, some with smiles and some with frowns and some too tired to go. They rested on the benches or they hurried on their way, to fight the crowd for purchases to carry home that day.
The music from a stereo was playing loud and clear of Santa Claus, and snow men, and a funny-nosed reindeer. He heard the people talk about the good times on the way, of parties, fun, and food galore, and gifts exchanged that day.
"I'd like to know what's going on," the man was heard to say, "There seems to be some sort of celebration on the way. "And would you tell me who this is, all dressed in red and white? And why are children asking him about a special night"? (...)
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