And we light the candles.
Briefly, oh so briefly, they're quiet.
We sing the blessings.
We sing the songs.
Even with the lure of gifts on the table, they're entranced.
But fire, though powerful, holds no magic.
Inevitably, they start moving again.
And with moving,
comes more talking.
And minute by minute, on we go.
But there's no denying that for a moment,
everything was quiet.
Everyone was still.