Author: chefalice

The jingle of sleigh bells breaks the silence of a quiet Christmas Eve. A crash is heard at the base of the chimney and, through a puff of soot, out walks jolly old St. Nick. He looks to the tree and sees it strung with an impressive popcorn garland. Pleased, he moves toward the Christmas tree, but something is amiss. His eyes dart left, then right, but where is his plate of festive sugar cookies? And then the man in red sees him: Dad, curled up on the couch in his housecoat, his collection of Rush records scattered around the…

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