Grabbing as much as his pudgy hands could hold, Butch raised the treasure high in the air over his squatting figure and released a cascade of multi-colored objects that flashed like sparklers in the moonlight before lightly thudding on the forest floor.
“C’mon, Joey. Stand up like a man!” Chuck packed snow around the base of the statue, working quickly in the sub-zero temperature. Six in the morning and he was wrestling with the Nativity scene. Oh joy! Life on Candy Cane Lane. As with so many things–his marriage being a case in point–the early days were the best, the newlywed years when life and Christmas decorations were simpler.
