Shoes crunch over the white layer on the ground. Shielding eyes as the gust of wind lashes. It will ruin the holiday spirit if we don’t get there in time. Fighting the other families to get there, and grab it.
“Over here! There’s space here!” comes the cry.
Looking over, seeing the spot. The perfect spot. Rushing over, dodging people. Drop the bags to claim the spot.
“Get the towels out. I’ll get the umbrella up.”
With well practiced speed, the set up is complete. Everyone sits and enjoys their Christmas picnic on the beach.
“No better way to spend Christmas Day!”