HAPPY HOLIDAYS: Bing Crosby Works Here?

Well, its 2 days till Christmas and the taste of Bing Crosby and pumpkin pie is nearly palatable. Sitting in a white-washed office building the air conditioning unit whirls resonate like the reverb off a cheap sound machine.

Am I at work? Why is no one else here?
Is the building even open today, or am I in trouble for being here? Perhaps the lights will go off and I’ll slip out to the recesses of the parking garage. But damn, the parking garage is cold, and if I forget my car keys I’ll be stuck on the 2nd Floor until after New Year’s Eve.

Did I buy enough presents? I must have forgotten someone.
Will anyone give me a gift? Wait, it’s not about the giver; it’s the whole receiver thing.

Wait, there’s someone else here! I hear them.
They’re talking about their grandparents and their travel plans. How is this possible? Are they speaking to me? There must be more people in the building, hidden from my cube. I can never see over this wall.
A low voice wafts through the air duct, "That is quite enough for the day."  I wrestle on a jacket, pick up my bag and head to the 2nd Floor.

As I round the parking garage stairwell the voice hits once more, "Happy Holidays" it says.  I agree.

The Forest is Dark and The Wolves are Keen

Dana and Rita, they sit in the dark, they play with their hands, their giggles are sparse.
They fear what they know, but what's worse is they don't - have enough knowledge to fear what they don't.

Perhaps it is youth, perhaps it is luck, that gets them to safety, that helps them to run.
Whatever it is, it's best just to say, "Don't go in the forest when you want to go play."