I was stuffing Tom Yum soup noodles in my face, trying to talk over the mall noise into my cell phone. Of course, a band below me started to play holiday songs, adding to the volume.
"It might get you in the Christmas mood," Adam said, as I voiced my complaints.
"No." Was my simple reply. Isn't Peace the root of this holiday?
My meal was then interrupted again. 20 kids in santa hats lined up around the food court balcony to sing Jingle Bells. It was useless trying to carry on a conversation via phone.
They looked happy, though. And festive. And when they started marching to the tune of 'I Want a Hippopotamus for Xmas', I fell in. The mood, that is. I wasn't alone. Very soon, the food court diners became an audience, started crowding around the railings, trying to take pictures and see the full view (difficult, since we were surrounded by mall ferns).
As I sailed down the escalator, I saw Santa. I saw the little kids in awe of his presence in their mall. A little girl in red-ribboned pigtails was so starstruck she couldn't even walk past him to line up.
I never know when the Christmas spirit will hit me, but I'm glad that the reason is almost always little kids. Maybe they're not all bad.
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