‘Twas two days before Christmas. Sharon shuffled from her bedroom toward the kitchen when something glittery caught her eye. Tinsel. All over the living room floor.
Her heart stopped. There was paper, too, torn and crumpled. On the edge of panic, she turned toward the living room, dreading what she would find.
But all the boxes were intact. And they were all there. What on earth. . . .
And then, suddenly and with no warning, the tree toppled and crashed at her feet. Out from the top branches, the cat streaked out of the room and disappeared into the kitchen.