Peace On Earth And Goodwill Towards Men (In Theory)

My parents asked me if I wanted to go to the Christmas Eve service at our church this evening and, as with every year, I can't decide if I feel like it.   

On the one hand, I do.  Because it's nice to be surrounded by people who are all there to celebrate the holiday and togetherness and all the shiny, happy joys of community and family and such.  We always light candles and sing a round of Silent Night and it's just lovely.

On the other hand, when we're done reminding ourselves how lucky we are to have each other, we have to stand around drinking coffee and making awkward chit chat for 20 minutes before it can be considered socially acceptable to leave.


So to sum up, I would love to go sit with like-minded individuals in a room lit only by the soft glow of candles and twinkle lights and listen to stories of love and charity.  But only as long as I don't have to talk to any of them after.