‘Well I have a road map and a GPS so we should be covered for the journey,’ Dad said. ‘I used to love traveling at night until I became old,’ Dad continued. ‘I even have a Babbel Language Translator if we encounter the locals,’ Dad noted.

‘I am so tired,’ Mom said. ‘It seems we have been driving for days and the road keeps winding,’ Mom said. ‘We have passed many faces yet no one seems to know us,’ Mom, weary, observed.

‘Ahead a man is flagging cars to stop,’ Son said. ‘He looks tired and concerned,’ Son continued. ‘There are a lot of flashing lights,’ Son continued.

‘People are passing with blood on their clothes,’ Second Son said. ‘They look lost,’ Second Son observed. ‘I think there is death ahead,’ Second Son said.

‘Turn around folks, there has been an accident ahead…you do not want to continue this road, ‘the Policeman said. ‘A calamity of epic proportions,’ the Policeman said. ‘The dusty path a half mile back is the way to go…,’ He said.

‘It is quiet here, and there are few cars, but many are walking and singing,’ Dad said with a tear in his eye. ‘I feel like I did one Christmas when I was a child…peaceful and serene, Dad said.’ ‘I hear singing,’ Dad said.

‘Good to see you come in and rest,’ Preacher said. ‘We have food and drink, rest before the meeting,’ Preacher advised. ‘Keep your money I am your friend,’ Preacher admonished. ‘Remember…I was thirsty and you gave me water…,’ Preacher smiled.