Christmas at Rite Aid

Sitting in my car, which is nearly paid off, in the parking lot of the Rite Aid on Christmas Night, around 11 PM. The lot is empty except for me and one other vehicle, reindeer antlers on its hood, probably belonging to the clerk I see inside. Everything around the Rite Aid—a nail salon and pizza place in the strip mall, the adjacent neighborhood—everything as far as I can see is dark except for the lights inside the store and the slowly blinking garland strung along the roof of the shopping center. There is one hour left of Christmas.