This amusement park is my second home. I know everything about it. How long each ride runs, the speeds, in how many minutes does the ferris wheel reach the top, everything. In fact, the wheel was my first ride here, when my parents had brought me many many years ago. The wheel takes a slight pause at precisely 9 pm, when the power line switched. It is the best time to be in the top pod. Which is where I am. One last sight of the city.
Every year, on the night before Christmas, the amusement park would come alive in all its splendor – the fun rides, the bright lights and the festive music would all resume.
The chortling of the kids as they sat on the merry-go-round, the whees from the ferris wheel, and the general excited banter of children would liven up an otherwise silent night.
The amusement park would become a striking image of itself, reliving its memories of the time of the night before Christmas those many years ago, the night of the great fire which burned down the park…