The silver dust of moon light settled coldly on the night. As the big fluff snow flakes fall steadily on Cape Breton. With just enough snow down to welcome people into the spirit of Christmas. It’s just enough to make people like me rip their hair out at the thought of the first snow fall, of a long and cold winter on the island. The thoughts of shoveling, cold cars, scraping car windows, getting stuck everywhere, and last but not least the bruise that I will have until April on my butt.

The part I like even better then all that fun and exiting stuff are all the people in the mall and stores searching for just the right gift, for God knows who and God only cares. These people are insane; running, pushing, running people down with their carts, and then you still have that one person in every aisle so it seems that just stop dead right in front of you for what? Half the time I don’t even think they know themselves.

I know guys, I can hear you saying what on earth are you doing in the mall, if you hate it that much? How come you didn’t get your shopping done sooner? Why did you leave it to the last minute? You’re just like them. Well I have just one thing to say to you. I have being standing in this same line and I have not moved once in at least twenty minutes. I might add for what? Not for some toy my kid will play with for ten minuets and then start screaming because the kid tow doors down got some thing better from Santa. No, I’m here for toilet paper. So Merry Christmas lady!