I wondered about these red star fish until I remembered the season.
I found more of them. Some people dedicate a great deal of time thinking about what they will do for Christmas in the way of decorations.
Cheyenne found her own eye level decorations with a cat lurking among the mistletoe, which is in fact a plant that won't grow this far south, so the cat was actually hiding behind some conch shells. I didn't let Cheyenne steal any of his food either.
Christmas bunting did less to cheer these walkers up than did texting on their phones.
They sat on the step side by side in companionable silence each staring fixedly at a little screen their thumbs hooking wildly as they communicated not with each other but people far, far away. Perhaps in Bethlehem.
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