Once upon a time, in a certain town there was a coffin maker who opened and was running a store where he sold the coffins he made himself to the customers in the neighborhood. The popuplation in the town increased day-by-day.
At this time of year I always reflect on the religious beliefs of the ancient Aztecs of Mexio city. They were convinced that the fate of world was decided each year right after the winter solstice. If their priest were holy, if they observed quietness, if they reflected properly and if they were lucky the sun would start to return for more minutes each day. This increased daylight was not a given but rather had to be worked for. These people would hide in their houses for five days to make sure the miracle had really taken place. The priest would sound the all clear and share the numbers.
At this time of year I never reflect anything I ain't already reflected so...here are my orders: Read Crime & Punishment, repent and reflect on your crimes for 7 years, and maybe, just maybe you will be redeemed. But hey, I ain't making any promises. Ok?