Christmas Break

I was coming home just a bit ago and I got in behind the school bus in my neighborhood. This usually pisses me off. Today I just tooled along behind the bus watching all the happy little Christmas kid types popping off the bus like the door was a magic shoot to happiness. Ahh sweet freedom. The air outside the bus always did smell a little nicer on the day of a holiday break. Little hands filled with this and that red or green thing, mouths dripping with cookies and candies. I know more than a handful of people that would give their right arm for that kind of innocents again. I count myself in that lot. I have however decided that happiness is just that in life. It's this or that shiny thing. It's a mouthful of your favorite candy, you all have one. It's a day at the beach. It's waking up to the purrr of a cat in your ear, or feeling cold feet in your bed. It's the way you feel on a sunny day with the top down. It's the way you feel when you turn in that article early. It's sitting around playing games and talking with old friends. It's whatever makes you smile, I'm droning on like a fool, but I am a happy fool with happy fool friends for the most part. A person like me could do worse I suppose.