Lonely Christmas Night

I stretch my back and stop for just a moment, looking at the sign. I had gone 2 miles and still had one more mile to go. I readjusted my book bag and started off. It was Christmas week and all had gone wrong. My car was in the shop, I lost my phone on the bus and in the evenings I had to walk 3 miles to catch the closest bus. I was tired, cold and nearly in tears. Without a car I would not make it to the annual Christmas Eve party with my aunts, uncles, & cousins, in a way I was sadden at it all. I was too broke to give even a small gift to my niece and even thought for the first year in history I actually had all my Christmas cards delivered on time, I really wasn’t in the Christmas mood.