In Santa’s Shadow
By Trent P. McDonald
Voices where emerging from the kitchen. Loud voices. Chet knew that Mom and Ty were arguing. Again. He couldn’t make out anything more than single words here and there, little blasts of clarity through the heated rumble. His stomach turned over and twisted into knots. Why did they have to do this on Christmas Eve?
The kitchen door flung open, expelling Ty into the hall. He grabbed his grubby jacket, the same one he had worn pretty much every day since he received it last Christmas. It was far to thin for the weather.
“Hey, wait,” Chet said. “I want to come too.” He pulled himself up, trying to look tall for his 13 years.Continue reading “In Santa’s Shadow by Trent P. McDonald | Advent 2018 Day 2 | 1st Sunday of Advent”