Community Bonding

I have never been a huge fan of the community bonding activities that happen inside the square that Plymouth, Inkster, Joy, and Middle Belt road make.
The picnics, I laugh at their failure. The garage sales, I don't bother even browsing. And the egg hunt, I secretly wish for rain. But tonight was different.
My mother, knowing I was dying while being stuck in the house, invited me to a neighborhood function at Wilson Barn. Caroling, hot chocolate, cookies, and fun. I didn't expect it to be, so I invited Shannon along to suffer with me.
We arrived to a packed barn, a small section of the Franklin choir, and Santa, who after a few failed attempts, finally came to town. And although I did not make my way to the long line for hot coco, I did find a good spot on the wall and chilled out with Shannon.
Twenty minutes later, Santa came to town, and the small children lined up to sit on his lap. And although I really wanted to get in line also, I decided to do Shannon a favor, and leave.
The event was more fun then I thought it would be. Maybe it was because watching people sing Frosty the Snowman warmed my soul, or maybe it was the creepy old guy that walked past us and said "Nice hickey." to Shannon. But it was probably the fact that for those twenty minutes, I was genuinely happy, and I blame all the people I was with for that.
Damn you community, I was normal and depressed living here, and you made me forget for almost half an hour! Oh well, I have returned to normal.
Can't wait to get out of here!