The North Jersey Coast train dances down to the Jersey Shore. To John, it is holiday time where he feels at one with different religions. He sees how many religions celebrate the common need for hope and light. A season of hope, the train zips past old downtowns with their Christmas and Hanukkah and Diwali lights. the train skips like a stone across the dark Raritan River and past the piers with Christmas lights in Lawrence Harbor. Even the Long Branch Train Station is decked out in holiday lights and red ribbons..
Barnegat Bay is rimmed with docks that have multi-colored lights lit. Seaside Park seems to have settled on a nautical/Christmas theme with lifesavers, nautical rope, crab traps and wreaths mingled in vinets. His Aunt;s old Victorian comes into view. He bounds up the stairs. Inside, Aunt Margaret is just setting the table.
Aunt Margaret
'Perfect timing.'
John walks to the closet to hang up his coat.
'Oh good.'
Aunt Margaret
'I made scented candles. Can't wait to try them out.'
John
"great'
John thinks...what did she just say.
"Not made...right?'
Just then John turns to see a 100+ year old oak table with flames on it.'
Aunt Margaret
.Ooo Johnny.'
John grabs his coat and smothers the flames. To his amazement, the table looks just fine.
Aunt Margaret
"I guess the wax on the table caught fire. No more making scented candles...with perfume.'
John
"No. No more.'
John opens a window and a frosty sea breeze pushes the Irish lace cutains out.'
Uncle Patty from upstairs.
'What the hells going on down there?'
John and Aunt Margaret
'Nothing.'
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