Christmas in Cambridge

Well, I do know the post below is pure fiction. But stories like this always make me love the world we live in and become convinced that with love, peace and hope we can all enjoy everyday of life.

Another month has slipped away without a single entry. Ashamed as I am, I must confess that time has been the major obstacle for leissure and posting. It's Christmas day and I am in Boston with Tammy and Denny. Denny has just left for an Indonesian Christmas party and Tammy, I belive, hasn't arisen from bed yet. It's a sunny day out there. From this apartment, we can overlook the charles river and morning exercisers don't even give themselves the day off-- a handful of them are jogging along the beautiful river, glittering and shining under the sun. Very few cars pass by; the radio is playing smooth jazz holiday songs; and I am sipping a cup of lipton mint tee. Eternal peace, as Dalai Lama promised Murray in Caddyshack, does not seem more appealing than this moment. White Christmas has just come on. I am going to sing away into the tranquilty of the beautiful morning of Christmas day of 2004 in Cambridge.