While the Angels sleep

I wait for a Christmas miracle.Meanwhile an egg nog drink- supposedly, a yummy holiday tradition. I’m not impressed but ten dollars towards my lactose intolerance is priceless. I follow with a bourbon and coffee. This holiday season lacks luster. It’s been a rough year. Everyone seems affected. The air is cold and stale. The coffee is bland too. I hardly eat these days. If I’m desperate, convenient store bean & cheese burrito otherwise, a clove and red wine will suffice. Sometimes I’m a poor excuse for a human being and other times I’m making a difference in other’s lives. Well… Mass is over. I don’t think my prayers have been heard.