I work at a grocery store part-time and today, the weekend before Christmas, was BUSY.  The till whines an incessant tune of: BEEP – turkey – BEEP – stuffing – BEEP – cranberries – BEEP – flour – BEEP – butter – BEEP – sugar… I smile at an endless stream of faces and peek into lives as they enter my world for a few short minutes.  Today, people are weary.  Weary with work and overwhelmed with crowds.  It feels like a sea of people, in the same place but with no togetherness. I see a little girl in polka dots at the checkout in front of me.  She’s about three…