Some Christmas Eve I will refuse to accompany my parents to church and the evening will become less annoying, more pleasent. I am waiting until I am no longer going to college at their expense. In the meantime, that church scares me just a little more every time I visit. Luckily the children were bored and so amused themselves/ annoyed their parents/ amused me. If I'd had bubbles in my bag (the lack thereof was a serious oversight on my part) I'd have passed them to the children and had a truely enjoyable experience. As this stood I was amused when they lost track of their powerpoint & when the minister got visibly overzealous and salvated on his bible, otherwise I gripped the brass key in my coat pocket and tried to zone into the Christmas tree lights, spreading them appart in my minds eye until they looked like stars. Christmas as a practice annoys me. A time of year when people stress out about the right envirment, food, perfect gifts, to prove that love exists. If you mean it the year is enough. Why set aside a day to get so close you step on each others' toes with expectations that are only really a hundred percent fulfilled in fifties movies. Give me a break.