The lights, the tree, presents, stockings, carolers, the endless stream of parties and guests, junk food, driving, noise.
The holidays wore him out. What he used to love as a child he came to hate as an adult.
Now he sat alone, watching a blinking star on his neighbor’s rooftop through his front window, sipping egg nog, wishing someone would drop by.
The holidays wore him out. What he used to love as a child he came to hate as an adult.
Now he sat alone, watching a blinking star on his neighbor’s rooftop through his front window, sipping egg nog, wishing someone would drop by.
