A Familiar Stranger

The park was… surprisingly brimming. 

From the outside looking in, I couldn't even find a single spot that didn't have its own ring of people… I supposed the change in the seasons had changed the place to quite the local attraction. 

And indeed, the feeling of festivities was literal in the air, as a flier slowly came drifting over… landing flat beneath my boots. 

A community event set on Christmas Eve, for the people, by the people, hence all the people gathered here now. It seems I've wandered in amidst preparations… stalls were being set up, lights were being hung, and a stage was being built.

All the commotion had garnered a lot of attention - by kids, mostly. Eager to be a part of all the hustle and bustle. Really though, how the heck do these kids out here have the bloody energy to run around in weather like this?