THE CHRISTMAS DRIFTER
| It was nine o'clock on Christmas Eve. Town folk began to gather around the war memorial and the big fir tree. Some were talking about the manger scene and the Christmas lights. Some said Billy Ray ought to be tarred and feathered. Others said that he was mayor and he had the right. Nobody was happy. Nobody felt much like Christmas. |
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Copyright: Paul D. Morris, 1985-2004