“Your contract requires two weeks’ notice. You can’t leave tonight,” Santa said.
“I can, and I will,” Donner said.
“It’s Christmas Eve. We need you here.”
“My flight is booked.”
“We don’t have an airport.”
“Yeah, I booked myself. I’m done with this job. I’m done with you.”
“How can you say that?”
“As if you don’t know! I’ve stayed through some rotten curveballs. You promoted Rudolph over me, even though I have the most seniority. Fine, I can handle that. You cut out Christmas bonuses so you could afford to install that hot tub. The others complained, but I never said a word. I literally worked my tail off for you – my butt’s never going to look the same – and you’ve never once thanked me.” Continue reading He Quit Before Christmas by Holly Geely – Day 24 Advent 2017, 4th Sunday of Advent
Christmas… as an Agnostic by Melanie Noell Bernard Day 22 Advent 2017 Like many children, I was raised in my parents’ religion. For me, this meant going to a Presbyterian church once a week on Sunday (or trying. Sometimes life is a little busy.) But I was expected to get up earlier than I wanted, put on nice clothes to appear presentable, and head to … Continue reading Christmas… as an Agnostic by Melanie Noell Bernard – Day 22 Advent 2017
Kitty Treats by Sarah and Choppy Day 19 Advent 2017 You can find more Choppy (and her kitty friend, Schooner) at http://travelswithchoppy.com! Continue reading Kitty Treats by Sarah and Choppy – Day 19 Advent 2017
I slowly turned the dial with my right hand, keeping my left on the wheel. Nothing but static, the dial was as barren as the empty highway in front of me. The only music I had, came from the engine and tires of my old ’67 Ford, which hummed along as it had all day.
My mind was numb from that hum and my vision was getting a bit blurry. It was a quarter past three in the afternoon, yet it was already beginning to get dark. The cola I’d picked up at that last gas station was making me uncomfortable.
I thought back over the day and my food intake. A couple of bags of chips and a few candy bars. An awful truck stop coffee in the morning and that soda I had finished a half an hour earlier. Continue reading The Truck Stop by Trent P. McDonald – Day 18 Advent 2017
Footprints in the snow
over a sleeping town
as the icy breeze stills
snow starts coming down Continue reading Footprints in the snow by Tess M Garfield – Day 17 Advent 2017, 3rd Sunday of Advent