I’m staring at the empty pastry case in front of me. There’s a reflection in it of the tiny lit up Christmas tree standing behind me next to two poinsettias. It’s Saturday morning, two weeks before Christmas Day and Frankenmuth , aka “Christmas town” is empty. The states covid mandates are decimating tinsel towns most spirited time of the year. I notice the Christmas song playing that fills the air:
“The moon is right
The spirits up
We're here tonight
And that's enough
Simply having a wonderful Christmastime
Simply having a wonderful Christmastime
The party's on
The feelin's here
That only comes
This time of year”
The atmosphere around me in Christmas town doesn’t reflect the mood of the song...suddenly I feel Like Paul McCartney is lying to me.



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