It’s Christmas time!

There are people present in the first few pews.
Must be Christmas, maybe Easter.
I think its Santa’s day, not the bunny’s.
Muffled Christmas carols resonate throughout the church.
The smell of cocoa dust is stuffy and coats the nostril hairs.
I await 22 children to complain that the steaming Styrofoam cups are too hot as they gnaw on chocolate dipped marshmallows and stir them with sticky peppermint sticks.
Twenty bags brimming with candy (oh yeah and there’s an apple and an orange in there, too!) await sacking by little fingers.
The candy anxiously awaits "smear-age."
It’s Christmas time!