Christmas Music

The air was freezing and I wished I had some warmer socks on. I just needed to get home. At least I had gloves. Or else holding this milk would have been torture. With the temperature out here I probably would kiss it goodbye and then eat my cookies without milk. Or have another snack. Perhaps, chips and dip or some avocado toast. I was coming up to 5th street and I heard music. Was it Betty on her keyboard out on the corner of 6th and North? She doesn't play on weekends and she would be down at her folks house in Georgia for Christmas. I kept walking toward the sound. There were three people playing horns. I am no musician so I didn't know for sure what they were. One was a trumpet but there was something stuck in it. There was a circle shaped one and the last was a saxophone I think. They were playing Christmas songs, but in a soft and nostalgic way. I closed my eyes and listened. I let the music go through my body and I felt the warmth. From my head to my chest to my arms then my legs. Then my feet and suddenly I was shocked back to the reality of my cold toes. I opened my eyes and found a clock in the store window behind the musicians. It was an hour since I had left the store. I hurried home with my milk for my midnight snack.