It’s the days after Christmas and all through the house… someone or something is always stirring, it could be a mouse.
But not likely because the barn cats have given them chase, keeping them away from our dwelling place.
I don’t wear a kerchief and the Doublewide husband doesn’t wear a cap to sleep. The dogs were all settled, with nary a peep.
Until we hear gunshots — don’t they know it’s the middle of the night! I glance at the clock in case the news reports a body found. I’ll be able to to testify what time I heard the sound.
Then what do I hear, when I’m just about to doze off? A truck running up the road with loud mufflers. I scoff.
The temps have been warm, so no snow to reflect the moon. I glance out the window to see that the cats have gathered for their morning food. Getting ready to serve them breakfast of cat chow and leftovers, I put on my jacket and boots.
Back in the house, I make coffee and sit down. What will I do with my time now that Christmas has left town?
I know what to do! This is the ticket! I’ll go after-Christmas shopping for next year and when I get home I’ll hide it.
In December 2020 when I’m looking for all the good gifts I found for 80% off — after I search through all the closets and shelves and up in the loft …. it will be evident it’s all lost and I’ll have to run out again. On Christmas Eve next year, that’ll be me rummaging through the gift card bin.