Literature
Christmas in July
I walked down the steps of my office, exhausted, but happy I did my job. My key in the ignition, my hands on the steering wheel, my foot on the gas pedal, A/C already turned to full blast, I raced home.
Once inside the house, I yelled my usual, Im home! as I kicked off my shoes and loosened my tie. I froze. Somethings not right
. thought as I make my way down the hall into the dining area. I was right. I find my two sons, Jacob and Matthew, and daughter Elizabeth helping my idiot husband, well
Decorate a Christmas tree. In July. Welcome home, sweety! my husband exclaimed as he gave me, still s