I dreaded going to my wife’s company Christmas party, but there was no getting out of it. Alice had been at her new job less than a year and was soaring to the top of the corporate chain. Her promotions were coming at the rate of almost every other month. I was happy for her,
I work the evening shift, so I do not see much that goes on in our neighborhood. Last Wednesday, when I got home from work, Sally, my wife, said, “We have to go see how the neighbors have decorated for Christmas.” I changed my clothes and we started walking the neighborhood. Some had lights on