"The time when the whistling breeze caresses the parched skin. The moment when the
soul's music begins to ring in reverberating delight to respond to the gleeful
atmosphere beyond. A profound wonder this season when goats, cow and chicken do
shudder with silent fear in anticipation of the butcher's knife. I sit weary my heart a
ponder with thoughts of things unjoyful. I wish with solemn plea that it wouldn't
come so soon. This season, this time, this year when people do celebrate in
unrestrained jubilation. I must now differ on point of circumstance, Christmas has
presented in its joyous wake, a hell to me each time for the past twenty years now."
"Why" Sandra asked apparently shocked by this news. "Old age presents a different
feeling for old people'' she replied. "Ask your grandma" she added and was silent.
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