With a last wink at his wife, Martha, Nick slips out the door, ready for his long commute to work. For whatever reason the winter seems colder this year, the snow a little deeper. Maybe it’s just his take, after all, it hasn’t been the best of years. He’s been lucky, though, his crew stayed safe and virus-free. Plus, they didn’t get caught up in the crazy politics. Either could have shut his shop down. Couldn’t have that, there’s too much at stake.
“How are we lookin’?” he asks his foreman, stepping off the porch.
“Sleigh’s loaded and ready, Santa.”
“How are we lookin’?” he asks his foreman, stepping off the porch.
“Sleigh’s loaded and ready, Santa.”
