silent night

Strangely sentimental. Possibly because there isn't anyone else in my department, and it is just me and an incomprehensible powerpoint cacooned together in an air conditioning cubicle on a hot tropical afternoon. Possibly because of the Christmas carols crooning from my computer, sad sentimental words that I've forgotten about between last Christmas and this.

By the end of this month, I wouldn't want to go near a Christmas carol with a ten-foot pole, but right now, in this cool cacoon, the words mean something.