The Spirit of Christmas

I went to the post office today to mail some packages.  12 days before Christmas and the tiny little post office was packed.  There were only two counters open because the person who was supposed to be working the third counter was in the back so sick she couldn't leave the restroom--yikes! 

In one line a lady was trying to insure the gift cards in her packages.   In the twenty minute back and forth that we all witnessed, everyone learned that you CANNOT insure gift cards.  In the other line, a woman mailed her packages and then asks about applying for a passport.  The patient postal worker then asks her a series of questions, gives her the proper forms, ya-da, ya-da, ya-da.  He then asks her when her trip is, she answers, "oh, the end of March."  Now I know for sure that I am not the only person who was thinking, "the end of March!  Can't you come back in two weeks after Christmas and handle this?  Are you seriously doing this with a line going out the door?!  Puh-lease!!"

By now the line is literally out the door and because it is like 1 degree outside everyone is bundled up to the max juggling their packages and checking their watches.  There is no talking, in fact it is pretty quiet except for the occasional sigh.  Then out of nowhere in a VERY LOUD voice, you here a child say, "Hi Grandpa!  We are going to sing a song for you."  A lady way back in the line somewhere was trying to stuff one of those gift books that records a message into a box and she accidently hit the "play" button.  There is no "stop" or "off" button once it starts, you have to play the whole message.

In this case, a bunch of grumpy post office customers were touched by the Spirit of Christmas Cheer as three little children proceeded to sing (in harmony) "Come All Ye Faithful."  The line didn't seem too long after that.