Being alone. In a teeming crowd.

I prefer. Celebrating holidays. Such as Christmas. Alone. Far, far away from parties. Yes. Yes. I want an environs. A setting. Where I can practice solitary introspection. A turning inward. For the meaningful stuff of life. A party doesn’t do it for me. Wishing. Wishing. That I hadn’t come. But still. I’ve learned. That I can be alone. Even in the midst of a teeming crowd. --Jim Broede